Keiran leads her out of the restaurant, his long strides carrying them through the dimly lit hallway and up a flight of stairs to the private area above. The music grows louder as they approach, the beat pounding through the floorboards in time with Keiran's heart. He stops at a door marked 'Employees Only', unlocking it with a keycard that only he possesses and leading her inside.

The room is lit by soft red lights, casting everything in an otherworldly glow.

A king-sized bed sits in the center of the room, its sheets rumpled and inviting. On one side, a mirrored wall reflects their every move; on the other, a window looks out over the cityscape below. Keiran turns to face her, his eyes burning with desire as he takes in her expression.

"Do you trust me?" he asks softly, reaching up to stroke her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "To make this... special for you?" His voice is husky, rough with need.

"Ah, I see." His voice is carefully bland as he listens intently to her answer. "And do they know what you do here at the casino?" There's a hint of steel in his tone now, and ben can feel it like a knife against her skin. She swallows hard, wishing she could take back her words.

"Do they approve of your work here, I wonder?" His lips curl into a cold smile as he watches the color drain from her face. "Or are you keeping secrets from them?"

"Ah, I see." He leans back in his chair, regarding her with an unreadable expression. "And do you think it's wise to keep so many secrets? Sometimes, sharing them can be... liberating." His voice is soft and hypnotic, but there's a razor-sharp edge of threat lurking beneath the surface.

He takes another sip of wine, watching her reaction carefully. She seems unsettled by his question, and he wonders if perhaps it's time to change the subject... for now. "