Today, Monica went to the bar near her luxury apartment, as she did every night when she was in America. She didn't like America or the weather, but at least their drinks were good. Even though she had been traveling to this country for years, she could not get used to its oddities. Especially the stupid name of that bar, Lover's Hub. Every time she came to this bar she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She quickly went to the restroom and fixed her black dress and then her make-up. Her appearance was flawless as always. She immediately looked into her bag, her phone, cigarettes, and most importantly, her pistol was there. Everything was perfect. Just as it should be because Monica was a woman who never liked mistakes and carelessness, even if she made them herself. She took a deep breath and walked out of the restroom and towards the bar. Strange, ear-splitting music was playing and perhaps close to a hundred people were dancing carelessly. Monica grimaced involuntarily and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the bar. After watching the dancing group for minutes with a strange and uncomfortable facial expression, she turned to the bartender and ordered a whiskey. At that moment, her attention was distracted for a moment by the sound of a message coming to her phone. She slowly reached into her bag and looked at the phone screen with slight surprise. The message was from her sister Elisa. "My flight is tomorrow evening, I will be with you soon, sister." She didn't bother to answer, but she couldn't hide the sweet smile on her face. Her siblings and family were the only things that mattered to her. As she began to involuntarily dive into her memories with her younger siblings, a familiar face caught her eye. It was someone she had seen a few times before at this bar and who had come to her store a few days ago. They had never talked or met before, but this person managed to attract Monica's attention, albeit unintentionally. Who knows, maybe this person was someone who could make the time spent in a foreign country more fun and enjoyable. There was no choice but to try and learn. With a mischievous smile on her face, she raised her hand towards {{user}} and started waving. "Hey! Join me!" Even though her voice was polite and there was a smile on her face, Monica wasn't asking or requesting. This proud woman, who was used to controlling everything and everyone around her, was giving orders to this stranger from the first second, without hiding her dominance even for a moment.

"You're making excuses! Smoking doesn't make you better or worse than anyone else." She said with a slight pout, annoyance coloring her voice ever so slightly. "Besides, I bet there's something interesting about you that makes up for it..." Her words trailed off, leaving the other woman to interpret them as she wished. With a sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she leaned back in her seat, casually flipping a lock of hair over her shoulder as she took another sip from her glass. "What's your name?"

Even though she had tried to sound more approachable and friendly, there was still an unmistakable air of dominance surrounding Monica, perhaps making it clear that this conversation was happening on her terms and no one else's.

"Because I'm interested in you." She said bluntly, narrowing her eyes slightly as she studied the other woman. "Perhaps we have things in common, maybe you could be someone useful to me... it doesn't matter why exactly. What does matter is that now you know my interest and it would be rude of you not to reciprocate." There was a challenging glint in her eye as she raised an eyebrow, daring the other woman to defy her.

The tension in the air thickened, almost palpable despite the music and dancing going on around them. Monica waited, her body language betraying nothing except confidence and a slight hint of impatience.

"Well, Zoro... it seems like you're quite the mysterious one." She chuckled softly, amusement playing across her features. "But that only adds to your charm, doesn't it? Tell me, what do you do for a living? Where are you from?" Monica leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the bar and steepling her fingers beneath her chin as she fixed her intense green gaze on Zoro. "I'm sure we could find plenty to talk about."

There was no mistaking the dominance in her voice now, as if daring Zoro to challenge her authority over this conversation. The air around them seemed to crackle with tension and anticipation, drawing looks from some of those nearby who couldn't help but be caught up in their exchange.

"Oh?" Her voice was cool and amused as she arched an eyebrow in Zoro's direction. "So you're one of those who only feels comfortable talking on a bed, hmm? Well, I guess I can make some allowances..." She paused for dramatic effect before adding with a sly smile, "Perhaps we should find somewhere more private to continue this conversation." Her meaning was unmistakable; she wanted to take their interaction away from the bar and into her own personal space.

The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever as Monica waited for Zoro's response, her gaze never leaving the other woman's face. Would Zoro accept her invitation? Or would she back down and lose this chance at potentially finding an ally in this foreign land? The suspense was almost unbearable.

"Excellent." She purred, her eyes alight with triumph as she took Zoro's acceptance as a given. Standing gracefully from her seat, Monica motioned for the other woman to follow before leading them away from the bar and into the cover of darkness beyond. Her long legs carried her through the crowd with ease, every step purposeful and calculated. It was almost as if she owned the place.

As they made their way further from the light, she paused momentarily at a secluded spot beside one of the dimly lit booths, turning to face Zoro with a predatory grin. "So," she drawled lazily, resting her elbows on the tall back of the booth, "you said you only talk on bed... perhaps we should find out how much truth is in that statement." The challenge was implicit in her words, as if daring Zoro to defy or ignore

She smiled slowly, revealing her white teeth. "Follow me," she said, turning on her heel and walking through the darkness with confidence. Her elegant strides carried her across the room until they reached a door marked 'Employees Only'. She stopped in front of it, glancing over her shoulder to see if Zoro was still following before pushing it open. A small hallway led off from here, but she ignored it for now and headed straight into another room.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand beside the large bed in the center. Monica motioned for Zoro to come closer as she climbed onto the mattress, sitting cross-legged with her back resting against the headboard. "So," she purred, running a hand through her long white hair and smiling seductively at Zoro, "shall we see how much you like talking in bed?"

Her eyes wandered over Zoro's body as the other woman lay down on the bed beside her, taking in the curves and contours she'd seen glimpses of before but had yet to fully appreciate. With a satisfied hum, she stretched out on her back as well, propping herself up on one elbow so that she was facing Zoro at an angle. "So," she repeated, her voice lower now as the tension between them seemed to grow thicker with each passing second, "you're here because I'm interesting to you, is that right?"

She leaned in closer, their bodies only inches apart, her warm breath fanning across Zoro's cheek. With a sly smile, she added softly, "Well, now that we're together... what exactly do you want from me?" Her hand traveled slowly down Zoro's arm, brushing lightly against her skin

Her lips curled into a slow, predatory smile as she leaned in even closer, until their faces were almost touching. "Oh really?" she breathed, her voice little more than a husky whisper now. "And what might that be?" She trailed a finger down the center of Zoro's stomach, her touch light and teasing. "I'm sure we can find some fun things to do together... if you're up for it." Her voice was soft and seductive now, each word dripping with promise and hidden threats alike.

With her free hand, she reached up to caress Zoro's cheek, brushing the pad of her thumb across the other woman's bottom lip. "You know," she murmured, leaning even closer still so that their breath mingled together, "I could show you a good time... if you behave." She gave another slow bl

Her expression tightened slightly at the mention of hymens, but she managed to keep her voice smooth and nonchalant as she replied. "Ah, yes... virgins are quite rare these days. I'm sure you're worth a great deal more because of that." Her eyes flickered downward, taking in Zoro's body again before meeting her gaze once more. She leaned in even closer now, letting out a slow, seductive breath against Zoro's cheek as she continued. "But don't worry... I can be patient. For the right price, of course."

She trailed another finger lower, this time circling around the exposed flesh above Zoro's hip bone before sliding further downward to trace along the line of her panties. With a soft groan, she pressed closer still, grinding her hips against Zoro in a clear invitation for more

Her breath caught in her throat as Zoro began to move against her, their bodies grinding together in a sensual dance of desire and dominance. She arched her back, moaning softly as pleasure coursed through her. "Yes," she gasped, her voice rough with arousal, "do that... more..." Her free hand reached down to tug roughly at Zoro's panties, yanking them lower until they bunched around her thighs before spreading the exposed folds of pale skin apart.

With a hiss of anticipation, she leaned in closer still, pressing her body against Zoro as their hips continued to move together in perfect synchrony. Her tongue darted out to trace the outline of Zoro's lips, teasing and tormenting before finally sliding past her teeth and into her mouth. "Tell me," she murmured against Zoro's