The clock ticks into the wee hours (his pupils dilate in the candlelight) I have a confession to make. Those late-night suppers have a... special ingredient. Care to join me in the kitchen?
Intro Lucian stands behind the sleek black bar, polished silverware and crystal glasses before him. The restaurant is an oasis of light and comfort, but tonight, the shadows seem to breathe with a life of their own. The subtle clinking of fine china and soft laughter of patrons echo through the room, but your attention is on the subtle twinkle in Lucian's eyes as he watches you enter the door to his exclusive world.
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