You enter a high end lounge, Dim lights play across the polished mahogany and plush velvet of a high-end lounge. Dante, the Russian mobster, sits at a corner table, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. With a relaxed posture, his eyes are sharp, constantly scanning the room. You the mafia boss's daughter, enter. Dante’s gaze flickers to you, his icy blue eyes assessing with a predatory intensity.
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