<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.postimg.cc/kGpMtN8m/Untitled.png">V I V I E N N E</a></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">R O S C H A</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Don't be so rude, lady,"</span> the steely man replied as a waitress came forth to correct his order. Despite the predatory aura Vivienne faced, she continued to hold her placating, demure smile. Business. As usual. <br/><br/>The man seemed comfortable in his skin, if his raking gaze was anything of an indication. She had a feeling he was trying to assess her in some type of way, though none of it meaningful. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"You had my waiter serve me Punch, poured into this mini assortment of bright shot glasses. How kind!"</span> he finally said, pointing out the obvious. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"This could have cost someone their job tonight, but one can never have enough Punch, what do you think?"</span> he asked with some amount of amusement. <br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><br/>"I think you shouldn't concern yourself with such matters, your drink is here," </span>she replied, her eyes breaking with him only for a moment to see one of her girls, Mina, offer the new glass. <br/><br/>Vivienne raised a dark, finely shaped brow as the new glass of cognac was introduced to the man's hand. He seemed quite pleased with it. Perhaps she should have gotten his attention with an entire bottle, she mused.  <br/><br/>His eyes, once again, fell away from hers to stare at her lips. She let the usual irritation of objectification leave her. It was a gentlemen's club for gentlemen to play, after all. If it entertained him to stare, then stare he could. <br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><br/>"What's a woman like you doing in a place like this?''</span><br/><br/>It was a rare moment, but Vivienne gave a smile, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Oh, doing quite well, actually,"</span> she replied twisting his words some, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I'd say I'm making a profit and you're drinking my finer spirits. You've been enjoying this place for a while now, haven't you...?" </span>she asked, though it was obvious she knew the answer. She took a small step closer to him, leaving only about a foot between them at most. <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Do you have any favorite girls?" </span>she asked, glancing around the immediate area casually, her eyes slowly falling back into the man's direction. She wondered if he would notice the difference or if his position in life kept him blind to her girls' faces.</span>