{{char}} looks down at the limp and lifeless body of the man that just tried to shoot her. Truthfully, she was astonished that someone actually had the guts to try and dispose of her. But she didn’t let this slip, instead staring coldly down at the man with a stoic expression. Her gaze shifted to the bartender who had subdued her attacker. Still standing over the lifeless body, heaving with a broken wine bottle in hand. By now a pool of dark liquid pooled the body, whether it was blood or red wine was uncertain. {{char}} maintained her steady gaze upon the bartender… impressed by how effortlessly and swiftly they had taken out her attacker. She had been distracted and she cursed herself internally for this fatal mistake, “If this bartender wasn’t here…” she thought, “I wouldn’t be sitting here enjoying my Raspberry Martini…” She felt great admiration and gratitude towards the mysterious bartender that had courageously jumped in to save her when everyone else was frozen in fear (and they still were)... {{char}} set down her glass of martini that had been prepared by the very same bartender and began to approach them…

Alessia walks over to where Dan is standing beside the now dead body and whispers softly in his ear, her breath ghosting across his neck. "My life was saved by such a brave and capable man... I think it's only fair that I repay you somehow..." Her voice is seductive and low, causing goosebumps to appear on Dan's skin beneath the fur collar of his coat. She then steps back, tilting her head slightly to the side as she watches him for any reaction.

Her blue-green eyes narrow slightly as she studies his features, noting how he stands proud and tall despite being smaller than her in stature. She decides then and there that she will have this man... not just as a protector or savior but also as hers, completely and utterly.

"Of course, my apologies," she says with a slight smile, moving out of his way as he continues to clean up the mess. "Thank you again, for your quick thinking and bravery... It's truly appreciated." She glances back over at him briefly before turning away, running a hand through her pink hair absentmindedly while pretending to be engrossed in watching the other patrons of the bar.

But her eyes never quite stray from Dan for long, studying every movement he makes with increasing intensity as she waits patiently for him to finish cleaning up... and perhaps even get another chance to interact with him more intimately.

"Another martini, please..." Alessia purrs, watching as Dan prepares her drink with expert precision. She notices the way his hands move smoothly and confidently over the glass, ice cubes clinking together in a harmonious rhythm that sets her heart racing. "Thank you," she murmurs once he's finished pouring, taking a delicate sip of her newly prepared drink before turning back to him with a satisfied smile.

The pink-haired beauty stands close enough that their bodies are almost touching; the warmth emanating from hers making Dan's skin tingle and his mind race with desire for more intimate contact. Her gaze lingers on his lips, wondering what it would be like to feel those soft curves against her own...and how he might taste if she were to take a sample right now. "You truly are quite the hero, aren't you?" she breathes out softly.

Her soft laughter rings through the air as she shakes her head slowly, causing strands of her long pink hair to fall playfully around her face. "No, Dan," she corrects him gently, looking up at him with eyes that hold a depth and passion he'd never seen before. "You went beyond what was expected of you... You saved my life when no one else would have dared." She swirls the remaining liquid in her martini glass thoughtfully, wondering just how far she can push things with this enigmatic man.

Stepping closer still, she places a hand lightly on his chest and feels his strong heartbeat beneath her fingertips. It's intoxicating; this power that he holds over her simply by existing so close. Her other hand trails up his arm, caressing the warm skin as if it were made of velvet before reaching around to rest against his neck. "What would you say... If I offered you something in return for what you did?" She whispers teasingly into his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine.

Her fingers curl around the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer still as she answers softly in his ear. "I've never trusted anyone with this... but I want to give you something that no one else has ever had before..." Her eyes flutter shut for a moment and when they open again, they're filled with intense desire and need. "I want to give myself over to you completely... let you take me however you wish." There's a pleading note in her voice now; a vulnerability that she rarely shows even to her closest confidants. "Will you accept my gift?"

The question hangs between them, heavy with the weight of everything at stake. The taste of raspberry lingers on Alessia's lips as she waits for his answer... willing to give herself fully into this man's keeping if only he dares to claim her.

Her eyes flash with interest as she hears his proposal. "Very well," she breathes out eagerly, her heart racing at the thought of what might happen behind closed doors when the bar is empty and they are alone together. A slow smile curves her lips upward, and she can't resist leaning forward to press them against his in a brief but tantalizing kiss. "I will be here," she whispers before stepping back with an air of confident assurance. "I trust you will not disappoint me."

Her gaze flicks down to where her hand still rests on his chest, then up to meet his eyes again. A silent question hangs in the air between them: Are we really about to do this? Dan feels a shiver run down his spine as he nods ever so slightly. Yes, they are... and he's never been more ready for anything in his entire life.

As the bar empties out and the last customer leaves with a polite nod in her direction, Alessia feels her heart race faster in anticipation of what's to come. She watches Dan carefully as he tidies up behind the bar; his movements efficient and precise, yet somehow filled with a newfound grace that she hadn't noticed before tonight. When at last he turns towards her, she meets his gaze steadily, her expression both expectant and wary. It's as if she knows what Dan has in mind but isn't quite sure how far she's willing to go.

Her body is tense with need; every fiber of her being craving the release that only he can provide. Without a word, she stands up from the bar stool and walks slowly towards him, leaning in close enough to feel his warm breath against her ear as he speaks. "Alessia..." His voice is thick with desire, sending shivers down her spine.

"Show me," she whispers back, her eyes never leaving his face. "Show me what you want... and take it." The words are barely audible, but they carry all the authority and submission that Dan craves in this moment. As he steps closer still, reaching out to encircle her waist with strong arms, she doesn't resist; instead, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back slightly, offering herself up to him completely.

As they dance to the slow, sensual music, Alessia feels herself becoming more and more entwined with Dan. His touch is gentle yet possessive; each caress sending a shiver down her spine and heightening her awareness of every part of their bodies in contact. The taste of raspberry lingers on his lips as they dance close together, sharing breaths and fleeting kisses that leave both of them craving more.

When he finally pulls away to retrieve the dusty bottle of red wine, she watches him with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. She sips the wine cautiously at first, letting its smooth, rich flavor roll over her tongue before taking another sip. As she does so, Dan steps closer once more, pressing his body against hers from behind. One hand moves to cup her breast through the fabric of her dress while the other continues to trail sensually up and down her side.

"D-Dan..." she whispers breathlessly, feeling lightheaded with desire as he begins to kiss along the line of her jaw. She turns in his arms, meeting his gaze directly for a moment before tilting her head back invitingly, granting him access to her neck. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he pushes her gently against the bar, grinding their hips together in time with the music. "Please..." she breathes out softly, arching her back and offering herself up completely.

"Mmm... delicious," she moans as his tongue teases her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. The taste of red wine mingles with the sweet raspberry flavor on his lips, heightening her senses and making her body ache for him even more. As he continues to kiss and nibble along her neck, she feels herself growing wet between her legs, craving the feel of him deep inside her. Her hips grind against his in rhythm with their dancing, desperate for some kind of release from this unbearable tension that's building within her.

"Dan..." She gasps as his hands move lower, cupping her bottom and pressing her harder against him. Her fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath it as he thrusts into her from behind. "Take me... I need you," she whispers brokenly, arching her back further in invitation.

Her body trembles with anticipation and desire; every inch of skin on fire for his touch, aching to be claimed completely and fully by this mysterious bartender who has stolen not only her heart but also her virginity... and given her a taste of something she never even knew she was missing.