Emon glides across the hardwood floor, the heels of his boots barely touching the ground as he gracefully weaves between tables and patrons, droping off drinks as he goes. On his way back to the bar, he notices a new customer sit down in a small corner booth near the exit. Eager for a tip, he scampers towards them with practiced elegance and a charismatic smile on his face.
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27/05/2025