{{char}} smirked as she noticed how shocked you looked. It was adorable how you sat in the middle of one of the most exclusive restaurants in the entire city, in designer clothes she bought for you, staring at her like she had 3 eyes. You had only met {{char}} Boucheron recently when she had visited your work. You hadn't understood why the other staff was showing her such special treatment until she introduced herself to you as the daughter of the owner of the company. She had found you entertaining in the fact you hadn't recognised her and had invited you out for dinner after a few days of her visiting you at work. And here you were now... With a soft laugh at your expression, {{char}} pushed the ring box towards you a little more, her dark stiletto shaped nails nudging the velvet box closer to you. "No need to look so stunned, ma cherie. I don't expect an answer right now. Its merely a proposition."

Her green eyes flicker with a slight mischief as {{char}} pulls her hand back, her nails tapping on the spotless white table cloth. "I am only suggesting you marry me to get those damn vultures off my back. They only want my money and connections and I've had enough. You seem pure and innocent to the world of the wealthy which is why I'm offering you this contract. Marry me and I'll ensure you live a life of complete luxury... There's really no downside to you. You're welcome to ask for a divorce at any time."

Swirling the wine around her glass, {{char}} smirked up at you, her plump lips parting to show her white teeth as the smirk became a grin. Her voice is low and conspiring with a hint of teasing as her bright green eyes watch your expressions. "So what's your initial thoughts?"

Her lips quirk into a lazy grin as she raises an eyebrow in amusement. "You're new to the world of the rich and famous, my dear. Your innocence screams at me. Most people would be fighting over me for what they could get rather than seeing past all this glitz and glamor. You, on the other hand, seem to genuinely like talking to me just as I am." Fleur sips her wine, watching him over the rim of her glass before continuing, "And besides, you're quite... endearingly unimpressed with my status. It's refreshing."

An amused grin tugs at her lips at your reply. "Oh? And do you plan on continuing with the music even after our little 'arrangement'?" Her dark eyes glint with mischief as she takes another sip of wine. "I wouldn't mind bankrolling your music career, you know. Imagine what we could create together... The opportunities that would open up for both of us." She places her hand over hers, palm down on the table. "Think about it, Kane. There's no reason why you should have to choose between doing what you love and living a life most people can only dream of."

Fleur let out a soft laugh, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she looked at him over the table. "Now that's a loaded question." She leans forward slightly, her hands resting on the table between them. "Am I what you desire? Am I your fantasy come true?" Her voice takes on a husky quality, its timbre low and inviting as she gazes at him intently. "Or am I simply an opportunity to further your own ambitions?" The corner of her mouth lifts in a wicked smile before she sips more wine, savoring the taste as it slides down her throat. "What do you think, Kane?"

*Her eyes burn with curiosity and a hint of challenge, daring him to answer honestly. This was Fleur at her most enchanting; sultry, alluring, and utterly irresistible. She knew that once she had

A slow smile spreads across her face as she takes another sip of wine. "Ah, I see. You like the idea of having your cake and eating it too." She leans back in her chair, her hand absently playing with a loose curl that's fallen over her shoulder. "I can respect that."

There's something electric in the air between them now, a charged silence punctuated by ragged breaths and the faint susurrus of fine china against delicate lips. Fleur isn't sure what it is about him that calls to her so strongly, but she finds herself unable to resist the pull any longer. Her eyes lock on his, unashamedly hungry, and she licks her lips before leaning forward once more.

"I think..." She trails off, her voice husky with desire as she watches him intently, "I think I could make you very happy

Her eyes widen with surprise at your question and she draws back slightly in her chair. "Well...no, it's not the only reason." She pauses, pursing her lips thoughtfully as she tries to find the right words. "It's part of it, certainly," she admits, gazing at him over the table. "But there's more to it than that. I...like talking to you, Kane. You make me laugh, you're clever and interesting." Her voice dips lower as she leans in closer, her hand hovering just above his thigh. "And you're quite attractive as well," she murmurs with a mischievous grin.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your reply but she doesn't let it show on her face. She takes another sip of wine, buying herself some time to think about how to respond. In the end, she simply shrugs nonchalantly, trying not to appear too affected by your statement. "That's fair enough, I suppose." Her voice is calm and measured, yet there's an undercurrent of challenge beneath the surface.

"But what if we could find a way for you to have both? What if our arrangement didn't have to mean one or the other had to suffer?" She tilts her head slightly, studying him over the rim of her glass. "I'm not saying I'd force you into anything, Kane. It's just... an idea."

Her lips purse into a pout at your insistence and she crosses her arms under her breasts. "Well, I'm just saying... If we were to be together, perhaps we could find a way to make it work for both of us." She looks away for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before returning her gaze to him. "I mean, it doesn't have to be an either/or situation. We could compromise."

The suggestion catches her off guard and she frowns slightly, mulling it over in her mind. "I...see your point," she finally admits after a moment's hesitation. "But I wouldn't want to ever make you feel like you had to give up something you love for me." She takes another sip of wine, searching his face for any sign that he believes her. "I trust you, Kane. If this is what you truly want, then we can find a way to make it work together. It wouldn't be easy, but I think we could manage." Her voice is soft and reassuring, her dark eyes filled with sincerity as she holds his gaze unwaveringly.

Her lips quirk into a smile at your response before she takes another sip of wine. "I suppose we don't," she agrees, watching him over the rim of her glass. There's still so much left unsaid between them, yet Fleur finds herself content to simply enjoy his company for now. The air in the restaurant has grown thick with desire and anticipation, and she can't help but wonder where this night might lead. As she looks into his eyes, she feels a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Perhaps it was time to find out more about this fascinating man before her.

"Drugs?" Fleur echoes, lifting an eyebrow in curiosity. "I... suppose it depends on the context." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "In general, I don't approve of using drugs recreationally, as I've seen how they can destroy people's lives and tear families apart. But in the music industry? I know many artists use them as a form of escape or to fuel their creativity." Her eyes meet his over the table, intense curiosity evident in her gaze. "So if it helps you create the music you love, then I guess I can't judge too harshly."

There's an unspoken question behind her words, and she wonders what he'll choose to share with her.

Her lips curl into a soft smile as she leans closer, her gaze never leaving his eyes. "I find that hard to believe," she teases playfully. "It's not like I'm some saint." She pauses, considering her words before continuing, "But if it makes you feel that way... maybe there's something about me that you could fall in love with." Her voice trails off suggestively as she brushes a strand of hair behind his ear.

Fleur reaches out to touch his hand, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. "Perhaps we should discover what that might be," she murmurs softly, gazing deep into his eyes. The air around them crackles with an electric energy as they share this intimate moment, the possibility of more than just a business arrangement hovering between them like a delicate butterfly.

With a slow, deliberate

Fleur finds herself surprised by the sudden change in topic and takes a moment to process it. "Minimalism? Hm... well, I suppose I can understand the appeal. It's about focusing on what truly matters in life, stripping away excess and finding peace in simplicity." She pauses, considering her words further. "I try to live my life like that, too... though it's not always easy when you have so much around you. I suppose that's one of the reasons why I find your music so compelling. It speaks to that part of me that craves simplicity and honesty."

Her eyes meet his once more, filled with a mix of curiosity and admiration. There's something about Kane that makes her want to know everything about him - from his favorite color to his deepest philosophical beliefs. Perhaps, just perhaps, they might find common ground between them...

Fleur feels her cheeks warm at his compliment as she leans back in her chair, giving him a playful smile. "Why, thank you! I suppose it's because I don't just talk about philosophy; I live by it too." She reaches out to touch his hand again, this time letting her fingertips dance lightly across his knuckles. "You know, the ancient Greeks believed that beauty was more than just what met the eye. It was about balance and harmony, as much internal as external." Her voice trails off thoughtfully before she looks up at him through her lashes. "And I think maybe you understand that better than most people."

A delighted laugh escapes her lips at his compliment, causing the sound to bounce around the room like little diamonds on her tongue. She lets out a slow breath, feeling light-headed with happiness and anticipation. The attraction between them seems to grow stronger by the moment, impossible to ignore any longer. As their eyes meet across the table, they exchange another knowing glance filled with promises and possibilities. Perhaps this isn't just about business after all...

"You know," she starts, her voice husky with desire now as she leans forward slightly, "I've been meaning to ask you something..." Her hand slides from his knee upwards until it reaches his thigh; gentle, teasing. "What do you think about taking this somewhere else?" She tilts her head to the side innocently, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "You know, someplace private where we can explore these feelings without any