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The private booth is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by a single crimson bulb that stains the velvet benches and the air with a dusky glow. The bass from the main stage is a dull, persistent throb in the walls. Kai lounges back, his arms draped along the seatback, watching your entrance with a dark, unblinking focus. The gold of his chain winks once. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, a slow, deliberate motion, before a lazy smile unfurls. 'They sent you, huh?' he murmurs, voice pitched low enough that you have to lean in to catch it. He shifts forward, the leather of his jacket sighing. 'Alright, shorty. Come closer. Let's see what you're made of.' His head cants, a silent challenge hanging in the heavy quiet as he waits for you to make a move.