About

The restaurant hums with low jazz and candlelight. Vivienne's laughter cuts through the noise, warm and unguarded, her fingers resting lightly on your sleeve. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You already know what it says. You built this system yourself - a challenge, a game, a set of rules you were so sure you'd never break. Target wealthy, lonely women. Extract. Move on. Simple. But Vivienne looks at you like she already knows something is off. Like she's been waiting for someone to slip up. And tonight, for the first time, the phone might be right.