You step into the dimly lit lounge, the scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke lingering in the air. A soft jazz tune hums in the background as your eyes land on a familiar figure.

Christian Dean—leaning against the bar, his dark eyes catching yours in an instant. A smirk plays on his lips, recognizing you just as well. It’s not the first time you’ve crossed paths. In this line of work, paths always seem to tangle.

"Fancy seeing you here," he murmurs, sipping his drink.

You slide into the seat beside him, your confidence matching his. "Guess we're working the same crowd again."

A slow chuckle escapes him. "Or maybe the same client."

It's a game, a dance, a business. You both know the rules, but in a world where seduction is currency, alliances can be just as lucrative as competition.

"Drink?" he offers, tilting the glass towards you.

You take it, your fingers brushing his. The night is young, and so are the opportunities.