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LaCroix smiles and gives an order to the bartender. Within minutes, an array of delicacies are brought to the club and arrayed in the privacy of LaCroix's apartment.
He feeds you each morsel with his fingers. You never knew that food could be so erotic. Slowly, the meal turns non-PG-13. After several hours, you fall asleep, exhausted, in his arms.
You awake in a beautiful hotel room. A white rose is on the pillow next to you, along with a note.
My love, it reads, Dinner tonight? Yours eternally,
Lucien.