Two men wait by the water's edge. As you approach, one steps forward, pats you down, and takes your pistol. "Solo invitation," the other mutters. Your men hesitate. You nod. They stay behind. The speedboat cuts through the waves, the yacht looming ahead like a floating empire. You board, tension thick in the salty air. At the deck’s centre, Valentina awaits. Her stylish shades hide her gaze, but you feel her eyes on you. Don't be shy, sit. She commands. Much to talk about.
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