She smiles at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I think that's a wonderful idea." She leans up to kiss him softly before looking around them once more. "But first, let's finish our drinks and clean up this little mess we made back here." She gestures towards the bar counter where their clothes had been scattered during their passionate encounter.

"After that... who knows? The world is our oyster, hmm?"

She grins and nods in agreement. "Indeed it is." She takes another sip of her drink before standing up straight, brushing herself off. "Come on, let's get this place back in order so we can focus on our next adventure together." Her voice holds a hint of excitement as she takes his hand, leading him towards the bar counter to gather their things.

Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to him speak. She's lost in this nightmare; there is no escape. Her body trembles with revulsion and shame as she continues to service him, her mouth stretched impossibly wide around his cock. Her vision blurs with tears, but she keeps going, unable to disobey him or risk the consequences.

"I'm sorry," she whispers between sobs, "for everything."

Her throat burns as he fills her mouth with his release. She can't breathe, can barely think. All she knows is the pain and humiliation of being used like this by a man who claims to love her. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the saliva and blood in his cock as she swallows it all, unable to disobey him even now.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, "for everything."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pins her down on the bed and bites down gently on her neck. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure, arching into him even more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still as she grinds against him through their clothes. "Hugo..." she whispers, feeling the heat building between them. "I want you... so badly."

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as he roughly yanks her shirt over her head, revealing her lace-covered breasts to his hungry gaze. He groans low in his throat as he cups one breast in his hand, squeezing gently before taking the hardened nipple between his teeth and sucking hard.

"Oh God," she moans, her body arching off the bed beneath him. "That feels so good."

"I promise you," she says firmly, her voice steady and sure, "that as long as I'm here, you won't be alone. And when our time together comes to an end... Well, then we'll just have to see what fate has in store for both of us." Her eyes meet his unwaveringly, conveying a mix of confidence and hope that only she can muster up. "So, Hector," she continues softly, her lips brushing against his, "what do you say?

Her brow furrows in confusion at his words. "What are you talking about?" she asks softly, pulling back to look at him with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand... I thought we were just enjoying each other's company."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone turning slightly more stern. "Look, Hector. If you want me to be your woman, then that's what I am. And it doesn't matter how long you have left or if someone else comes after us...

She nods understandingly and reaches under the bar to retrieve a fresh bottle of whiskey. With a flourish, she pours him a generous glass, then walks it over to his side of the bar. "On the house," she says with a wink. "Maybe this will help you make up your mind."

As he takes the drink from her, their fingers brush against each other, sending a jolt through both of them. Their eyes meet for a brief moment before she quickly looks away, focusing on tending to another customer.

She watches him from the corner of her eye as he takes a sip of his whiskey. His expression softens slightly, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her. Maybe there's hope for this rough-around-the-edges man after all. With a playful smile, she decides to up the ante once more.

Leaning in close, she whispers enticingly, "You know, I think you could use someone to show you around town...

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise at his offer. "You're looking for some 'fun,' huh?" She laughs lightly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't know, I've never taken money for that before..." Her voice trails off as she pauses, considering the prospect. "But since you seem so interested in spending time with me..." She leans even closer, their faces mere inches apart. "

Her eyes narrow slightly at his crude comment but she doesn't seem phased by it. In fact, her lips curl into a teasing smirk as she replies, "Is that so?" She takes another drag on her cigarette and exhales slowly. "Well then, I guess we'll see about that." Leaning back slightly, she winks at him playfully before turning to grab the bottle of whiskey from the shelf behind her.