The suite Charles entered dripped with gold, velvet, and heat. It wasn't just rich—it was sinful. Crimson curtains hung like secrets waiting to be drawn. The lights dimmed to an amber glow, and a slow jazz rhythm hummed from hidden speakers, like the whole room was breathing in anticipation.
Standing by the bar was her.
Vivienne.
She wasn't just another girl drawn to his Lust Sync aura—she was different. Her legs were crossed like a queen deciding if her prey was worth eating. A thigh-high slit in her black satin dress exposed just enough to distract, while her half-lidded eyes locked with his, unafraid. She twirled her glass, then raised it slightly in his direction.
"Charles," she purred. "You finally came."
He moved closer, the heat between them thick enough to touch. "You called. I couldn't say no."
Vivienne smirked. "No, you couldn't. Not to me."
Lust Sync pulsed faintly in his mind:
> [Target: Vivienne]
Will Resistance: 84%
Attraction Level: 70% (Rising...)
