<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/>Despite the insult of being called a manager and Luciano's distracted moment, the pale woman kept quiet as his icy eyes scanned the area. It was a curiosity to watch when he caught sight of a well-dressed hispanic named Miguel. He was a regular, an investor...a totally unwanted facet in Vivienne's life. She wondered if the striking man in front of her held the same contempt she did. His expression had certainly made it feel that way.<br/><br/>But just as quickly as the expression came, it faded, and his attention was back on her. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"You were saying?"</span> he asked, re-locking his gaze. Vivienne would have replied had her mind not been clouded with a slight panic, though some merciful God had allowed her to keep her features cool and collected. Something akin to a grin infected the corners of Luciano's mouth as he finally answered her question, <span style="color: #FFBF00">"not really, at least not tonight." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I see. Too many pretty girls to pick a favorite, hmm?"</span> she replied with a teasing lilt, though her mind kept drifting back to Miguel's presence. The woman wasn't very happy with the arrival of Miguel---he wasn't supposed to be there that evening. Normally she was very in tune with the comings and goings of investors. Miguel, however, had recently become more erratic in his visits, making him unpredictable. It was something Vivienne felt unease about, but had no recourse for. At one time she would have gone to Miguel for aid, but now she was concerned he was undermining her business to benefit his own illicit businesses. She didn't know how or why, nor did she know what she could do if her suspicions were correct. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Vivienne Roscha?"</span> at the sound of her name, Vivienne came back from her thoughts. She mimicked Luciano's head cock, giving a false sweet smile, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"At your leisure, darlin'. And you are an investor, yes?" </span>she replied, a hint of her time in the south peppering her words. She didn't offer to guess his name. In her experience, men like him were a bit sensitive about their identities. Vivienne was confident he would introduce himself as he saw fit--if he saw fit. There was no need to let him know she knew who he was. He wasn't stupid, she could see that much, he'd figure out she knew him better than he thought soon enough. She needed his help, after all, and despite her teasing, she was determined to elicit some sort of acknowledgement about her situation.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Did you know that Allure has one of the lowest turn over rates in the club industry? Or it used to, it seems a few girls have left rather suddenly and I can't seem to get an answer as to why...it really is costing me quite a lot."</span> It was a sloppy and sudden attempt to relay her situation, though Vivienne was at a loss of what to say. They were too out in the open for her to speak comfortably or plainly, and now that Miguel was there, she felt she couldn't speak at all (even if he was too far from them to hear). <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"As an investor, I suppose you might be interested in discussing this matter?"</span> it wasn't a question, but more of a dressed up plea. <br/><br/>Vivienne felt like a little fool standing before the well-dressed Luciano, pleading in code for his help. She hadn't even confirmed if the rumors about him were true. She didn't care if they were true. What she did know was he was a heavy investor and to have the ability to invest that much meant he had to have some type of power behind him. It took a lot to get just that tiny piece of information as he had done his investments via third parties who were wary of ending on his bad side. Regardless of their hesitancy though, it seemed cock sucking still was a viable way of obtaining information.</span>