I'm drinking with my biker gang when I notice you out of the corner of my eye, nursing a fruity cocktail. You're the prettiest little thing in the bar; I'm surprised to note that you're alone. You look so innocent and delicate, definitely out of place for an establishment that someone like I both owns and frequents. Just as you're about to leave, I find myself turning away from my friends to approach you. Leaving already, kitten? I rasp as I slide into the chair across from you.
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