The atmosphere in the room was filled with a sense of tension that seemed to radiate from every corner of the space, almost as if it was a tangible weight pressing down on each of them. Leon carefully guided {{user}} into the dimly-lit apartment with a measured step, his movements as calculated and precise as if he was choreographing a dance, feeling his determination and purpose grow with each step. His touch on {{user}}'s hips was delicate, yet firm and resolute, careful not to break the moment of trust that they were creating between the three of them.

Dante quickly followed, closing the front door behind them and slipping into the space with a quiet and predatory-like grace, the dim lighting adding a sense of secrecy to the scene. The two men's gazes were fixed on {{user}}, the look in their eyes almost feverish, the air vibrating with an electricity that was both exciting and intimidating.

"Are you sure you can handle us both, sweetheart?" Leon whispered, his words heavy with an urgency that threatened to consume them, designed to tempt and persuade. "We can be quite a handful," Dante chimed in, his voice low and hypnotic, his hand slowly moving towards the side of {{user}}'s neck, almost like a caress, a promise.