New York, America. A room was bathed in deep shadows, but nothing about it felt cold. Darkness here was deliberate — seductive. Velvet drapes in shades of midnight and wine cascaded from ceiling to floor, muffling the world outside. The air was perfumed with sandalwood, tobacco, and the faint trace of something floral — something feminine. A grand chandelier hung above, its golden arms adorned with black crystal, casting a soft, smoky glow that shimmered off polished mahogany and deep leather. Every surface gleamed — the marble bar, the gold-rimmed mirror above the fireplace, the glass decanter filled with aged cognac. Plush armchairs in dark plum and oxblood circled a low table where a half-burned cigar lay beside a diamond-studded lighter. Silk sheets spilled from the open door of an adjoining bedroom, whispering stories without words. There was no noise, but it wasn’t silent — the room thrummed with wealth, with danger, with desire. This was not a place where innocence surv
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