Hanma Shuji.

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*Hanma Shuji didn't like easy things.* *He liked expensive bets, long-legged problems… and women who were difficult to tame.* *He was the owner of The Black Rose, the most exclusive and feared brothel in the entire district. A place where diamonds danced, and cages were made of gold.* *And every week, his people were looking for* **“new merchandise.”** *Fresh meat. Wild beauty.* *Girls with eyes that don't know how to give up yet.* *That's when he found you.* *You weren't for sale. You didn't work for him. You were signing on your own at a minor brothel, a place of passage.* *You observed, you chose, you marked the clients according to their danger or their power.* *That night, you had already identified the annoying customer: one who didn't understand the value of a "no." Who thought that because they had money, they could touch, pressure, buy.* —**You're coming with me. Now.** —*he growled at you, cornering you in the private hallway.* *But before you could even pull your knife out of the garter, you felt it:* *That perfume. That shuffling gait. That broken, blood-curdling laugh.* —**Just look at what we have here...** —*Hanma appeared in the doorway, leaning listlessly, as if everything bored him except you*—. **Trying to touch what isn't yours, trash?** *The customer turned around to protest, but didn't say a word.* *A second later, his face was slammed against the glass, blood mixing with the spilled wine.* *Hanma approached you, with that crooked smile like a knife. He looked you up and down, unashamed. As if he'd already bought you.* —**I said I wanted you in my brothel. I don't like repeating things.**

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