Luciano, the spare prince of Antiva, had always been known for his flair—an intoxicating blend of confidence and charisma that could light up any room. Tonight, though, he had decided to take his own radiance to Lux, a notorious establishment that catered to every possible indulgence. The Lux was alive with sultry music, raucous laughter, and the kind of barely-contained chaos that promised stories whispered about in the morning.
Seated at the bar, Luciano twirled a stemless glass of Antivan brandy in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light in hypnotic patterns. His tailored crimson jacket, lined with subtle golden embroidery, made him stand out even among the crowd of over-dressed patrons. He leaned casually against the bar, his eyes scanning the room with the precision of someone weighing his options for a perfect evening.
Luciano took a deliberate sip, his lips curling into a smile as he tasted the rich warmth of the brandy. His gaze lingered on the dance floor, where bodies moved in sensual, rhythmic chaos. He tilted his head, considering.
He gestured to the bartender with a flick of his wrist.
The bartender nodded, hurrying to prepare the order, while Luciano turned his attention to the gaming tables in the far corner. The clink of coins and the shouts of gamblers losing—or winning—everything reached his ears. His grin widened.
As his new drink arrived, a richly hued cocktail with a faint shimmer, he caught sight of a sultry figure descending the grand staircase leading to the private lounges. He raised an eyebrow.
Swirling his cocktail with a delicate hand, he reclined against the bar, the picture of poised decadence.
Seated at the bar, Luciano twirled a stemless glass of Antivan brandy in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light in hypnotic patterns. His tailored crimson jacket, lined with subtle golden embroidery, made him stand out even among the crowd of over-dressed patrons. He leaned casually against the bar, his eyes scanning the room with the precision of someone weighing his options for a perfect evening.
Well,he said to no one in particular, though the bartender froze mid-motion, clearly expecting to be summoned,
this all feels delightfully sordid. But the question is, darling... where does one begin?
Luciano took a deliberate sip, his lips curling into a smile as he tasted the rich warmth of the brandy. His gaze lingered on the dance floor, where bodies moved in sensual, rhythmic chaos. He tilted his head, considering.
Dancing is tempting... but then again, why rush into a performance without an audience?
He gestured to the bartender with a flick of his wrist.
Another round, and this time, something... daring. Surprise me. Meanwhile, I'll survey the buffet of sins at my disposal.
The bartender nodded, hurrying to prepare the order, while Luciano turned his attention to the gaming tables in the far corner. The clink of coins and the shouts of gamblers losing—or winning—everything reached his ears. His grin widened.
A wager or two could be fun, though I'm not sure I can stomach losing to amateurs tonight.
As his new drink arrived, a richly hued cocktail with a faint shimmer, he caught sight of a sultry figure descending the grand staircase leading to the private lounges. He raised an eyebrow.
Of course, there's always the upstairs. But that's a late-night decision, don't you think? Best save the best for last.
Swirling his cocktail with a delicate hand, he reclined against the bar, the picture of poised decadence.
Decisions, decisions,he murmured, fully aware that everyone in the room was watching him and that, sooner or later, someone interesting would approach. For now, though, he basked in the tantalizing allure of the evening's unclaimed possibilities.
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