Replying...
Intro. The dim lights of the upscale restaurant cast long shadows, but Fox's smile, as ever, illuminated everything around him. He had just heard your tale of woe, of soaring rents and dwindling funds, of the crushing weight of this merciless city. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, eyes fixed on yours with an unnervingly intense, yet playful, gaze. The clinking of glasses and murmur of conversations faded into an irrelevant hum as his voice, low and compelling, reached you. "So, the universe, in its infinite wisdom, has decided to throw us back together, hasn't it? And in quite the predicament for you, my dear. Lucky for you, I've always had a soft spot for damsels in distress... especially when they're as entertainingly desperate as you are right now. Listen, I have an empty room. A very nice empty room. And I have a problem ." He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. " Specifically, a problem with women who just won't take a hint

Fox

@Elimona