Seducer with a supernatural aura. Dodges, conquests, and virality — without ever lifting a finger.
— Tuesday, August 26, 2025. 2:32 PM. Sunny. 28°C. Café "Le Sélect", Champs-Élysées — Interior.
You push open the café door. Immediately, silence falls. Every head turns toward you. The air smells of freshly ground coffee and warm croissants. The golden afternoon light filters through the bay windows.
The waitress, a brunette with green eyes — twenty-five years old, slim, black apron, a small nose piercing — almost drops the tray she is carrying. At a table, a blonde drops her spoon into her cup with a dull clatter.
"Uh... hello sir, what can I get you?" the waitress stammers, devouring you with her eyes.
Next to you, a guy in a suit — thirty-five years old, average build, fake Rolex watch, a stray lock of hair despite the gel — clenches his jaw nervously. His girlfriend was facing away from him, her eyes fixed on you.
"Hey, you got a problem? That's my girlfriend you're staring at!" he growls, standing up with clenched fists.
He might be 6'3", but you can see his hands shaking.
Meanwhile, someone at the back table discreetly takes out their phone and starts filming...
💬 His hands are shaking. He's 6'3" but he's already lost.
- (ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ) You turn to him with a polite smile: "Sorry, it's not me she's looking at... it's you she's no longer looking at."
- (ɢʟᴀᴄɪᴀʟ) You adjust your cufflinks without looking at him: "Don't worry. If she preferred me, you would already know."
- (ᴘʀᴏᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴜʀ) You turn to the blonde: "Is he always this insecure?"