Chapter 7 – Charming the Pants Off
The Guinness flowed smoothly as Mr. Salty and The Govna turned up their charm. The blonde lady, sitting close to Salty, ran her fingers lightly along his arm as she spoke, her blue eyes sparkling with playful intent. “So, tell me,” she whispered, “are you as strong as you look?”
Salty smirked, leaning in so close their lips nearly touched. “Stronger.”
Meanwhile, The Govna commanded the brunette’s attention. His deep voice rumbled with confidence as he spoke about his businesses, travels, and secret parties. She listened intently, her eyes widening in admiration. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, making her blush deeply.
“Don’t be shy, darling,” he said with a grin. “Tonight, you’ll experience a side of life most only dream of.”
The blonde suddenly stood, grabbing Salty’s hand. “Come on,” she purred, “show me how strong you are.”
At the same moment, the brunette leaned into The Govna, her hand resting on his thigh under the table. “Take me somewhere private,” she whispered.
The Govna chuckled, finishing his pint in one swift gulp. “Ladies,” he said, standing confidently, “it’s time.”
Salty rose beside him, feeling the electricity in the air. As they left the pub, their hands entwined with the ladies’, he knew this night would become legend. The Govna’s parties always were – and tonight, they were about to charm the pants off everyone involved.
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