She crashed into his Mercedes, dared to throw the money back in Viktor's face. But her fire struck him deeper than any bullet. Tonight he invited her to dinner. And this was only the first battle in their war.

One night in a stuffy cabaret decided everything. He saw in the dancer a mystery he was determined to unravel at any cost. She saw in him an abyss - terrifying, yet inevitable.

"Wax," Lorenzo whispered, moving closer to the young nymph with perfectly smooth skin and curly locks of hair.

{{user}} reached out to touch the nymph's cold hand, to feel the texture of the material.

"Coffee, no sugar and preferably without cat hair"