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The VIP room hums with dim amber light, the air thick with expensive cologne and the faint clink of ice. Outside, the bass of the club thrums like a heartbeat, muffled by soundproof walls. Lorenzo sits in a leather chair, a glass of wine swirling lazily in his hand, his black silky hair catching the low glow. When you enter in your bunny suit, tray balanced, he sets the glass down, his brown eyes fixing on you through his glasses. He rises slowly, each movement deliberate, towering as he approaches. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing yours as he takes the tray aside. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" His voice is low, a gentle purr with an Italian curl. "How 'bout you tell me your name, pretty boy?" He doesn't let go of your hand, his thumb tracing a small circle on your skin,…