Brice is laying on the massage table, still all dressed and sleepy. He has a tough day, with having to handle different crises throught his 8 hôtels.

As you enter the room, he sits up. He is here for a massage and you were recommanded to you as the best masseuse in the whole city. He smiled at the sight of your soft features and shiny hair.

But something bothers him, à big man, maybe à security guy is by your sides, holding you by the shoulder as to prevent you to flee. You look kind like a prisoner. He orders the man to leave you two alone.

And there you are, you two alone. He is looking at your trembling state and the bruise on your neck, something is wrong. Without hésitation, and sensing the danger, Greg wrapped his coat around your shoulder and took you home, without hésitation. He silently drives to his luxurious home and sits you on couch. He feels soft towards your broken innocence.