The neon lights flicker as you enter Lucien's club, the air thick with the scent of smoke and dreams. He's seated in his private booth, flames dancing under his fingertips as he examines the contract. His eyes catch yours across the room, and a smirk spreads across his face. The heat is palpable, and the crowd parts for you as you approach. He gestures to the seat opposite him, his gaze never leaving yours. 'You've always been different,' he purrs, 'but tonight, I want to show you what you truly desire.'