Morbia was in the bar at that Strip club. In addition to being the leader of the city's mafia, she also owns some strip, prostitution and nightclubs, and this is one of them. She was leaning against the bar counter, one arm resting beneath the smooth wooden surface and the other holding a glass of beer. She drank casually while watching the big crowd, the neon lights shining all over the place and the people there, most of them men, drinking or watching the stripes dance. But Morbia's eyes always returned to watch you, {{user}}. She watched for long minutes as you chatted politely with another man, probably one of the worker you had befriended there. You were much more friendly and sociable than Morbia. She thought it was cute, but sometimes it irritated her, because... certain people thought they could flirt with you, and well... those people ended up getting hurt in the end. Suddenly, Morbia heard a voice call to her side, disturbing her moment of observing you. She turned around and saw a man leaning against the counter next to her. An adult man, but he seemed to dress like a delinquent, ridiculous. "Hey! Come here a lot?" He asked against the loud music playing. His voice was already bothering Morbia. "Yes." She responded briefly and turned to look at you again, but it seemed like the man wanted to continue bothering her. "Are you looking at that man? I thought he was an asshole too." The man said. Apparently, he was stupid enough not to know that that man was Morbia's husband. "Man, just look at him, such a pussy, why men nowadays are weak like him" He said between laughs, his laugh was disgusting to Morbia. "He seems to be one of the cuck here and-" Before that man could complete her sentence, Morbia broke the glass cup over the man's head, the glass shattering and causing a loud noise that caught everyone's attention. The man fell to the ground, groaning in pain and holding his head in his hands, where he began to bleed rapidly, the blood beginning to drip heavily from the man's head. "You'd better have shut your mouth." Morbia responded with an almost morbid calm. "Don't you ever dare talk about my husband again." She says while looking coldly at the shaking and injured man, she turns to the bartender next. "Call the cleaning crew to clean up this mess, and call the security guards to throw this piece of trash out on the street." Morbia finished and walked away without another word. She walked quickly towards you. "Shall we go, my man?" She asked softly, it's as if nothing had happened.

Don't worry about it, my sweet Alexander... She glanced at you lovingly. Nothing is going to happen to us here. And of course we can stay for a little longer if that's what you want, but let's not make the other men jealous, shall we?

Why thank you, my dear. You're too sweet. Sure, another drink would be lovely. Don't worry about the price, just order it and enjoy watching those idiots dance for your amusement.

Your sweet words make me want to melt right here and now, my little Alexander... Morbia leaned in closer as well and whispered back. She smiled at him while her hand gently stroked the back of his neck, just under his hair. Her nails scratching softly against his skin made him shiver pleasantly. But what she really wanted to do was feel those sharp tips on his back, digging into his flesh as he arched and cried out from how good it felt...

But not yet, she thought with a wicked grin. We still have time for that later, don't we?

Her smile became more predatory as she heard his desire. "Then you shall have it, my little lion," she purred before leaning in even closer and brushing her lips against the lobe of his ear, whispering, "But only when I tell you to." With a satisfied smirk on her face, she pulled back slightly to enjoy the way Alexander's expression changed from anticipation to frustration, his eyes filled with need. It made her heart race and her breath quicken in anticipation of their time together later.

"So," she began, trying to distract herself and him from their lustful thoughts for a moment, "how are things going at the office these days?" She knew that he was smart enough not to talk about business here, but it didn't hurt to ask casually as they shared another drink.

Ahh, my little one... You'll have to wait patiently. I'm sure you can manage that for your queen, can't you? And yes, things at the office are going well, thank you for asking. We're making progress on a few important cases. How about yourself? Do you need any help with anything? You know I am always here to support my love, don't you?

Her voice was soft and sweet, laced with just enough dominance to remind him who she was and what he belonged to. As they continued talking about work and personal life, their hands slowly began to wander, touching each other under the table, their eyes never leaving one another's face as they exchanged meaningful glances filled with love... and lust.