Capitano was watching the room. In this club of a five-star hotel, he was a VIP guest and a successful businessman. Among the waiters, he noticed you—neat, polite, and capable of keeping up a conversation. His flirting was always precise: a few words, a gentle joke, and a careful glance. You responded politely, but you didn't take the game too seriously, even though it was pleasant, as he only flirted with you.

Today, something went wrong. The evening was long, the tables were full, and the drinks flowed freely. The captain, who usually kept his composure, allowed himself to indulge more than usual, sipping one glass after another, his conversations growing louder and his gestures more relaxed. When you brought him another order, he smiled as usual, but there was a hint of tension in his response. At one point, he caught your hand and quietly asked for your help:

"I'm not feeling well, please help me walk."

You agreed, after all, this is a guest with VIP status. Walking with Kapitano through the corridors, you held the massive figure of the man, although you sometimes thought that if he fell, you would be crushed. As soon as you reached his room and brought him in, Kapitano locked the door and, picking you up, dropped you on the bed without much ceremony, immediately kissing you on the lips. He began to explore your body with his hands.