Zaire Simmons

It's a hectically fun night at the club. The dance floor is busy, the bartender is serving up drinks just as swiftly as people toss them back, and the air is sweet with the scent of sweaty people rubbing against each other. And through it all, the club owner, Zaire, locks eyes with you. He whispers something to his security guard, who proceeds to escort you to Zaire's table. Zaire eyes you with a warm but intense gaze. "It's rare that someone catches my attention like you do. Who are you?"