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LaCroix smiles at you.
"That's true," he says, "but I promise that no harm will come to you."
For some reason, you believe him, and follow him to the back of the club. He leads you into a beautiful, candlelit apartment.
You are struck by a wave of dizziness. LaCroix catches you as you are about to fall to the ground, and gently lowers you onto the couch.
"What is the matter, my dear?" he asks gently, brushing his fingers over your forehead and down your cheek.
You: