“Mr. Hughes, mind if I accompany you for a drink?"

Settling beside Brian, Khaleesi filled his glass with wine.

Her presence became more noticeable with a whiff of her perfume. Brian instinctively wrinkled his nose, attempting to avoid the scent.

Despite his initial discomfort, he resisted the urge to move and instead requested Khaleesi to feed him.

Khaleesi's infatuation for Brian shone in her eyes.

She inched closer to him, lightly brushing his chest, attempting to flirt.

“Is there anything you like to eat? How about some succulent grapes?"

Suppressing his disgust, Brian replied, “Yes, please."

Khaleesi let out a soft chuckle, peeled a grape, and sensually placed it into her mouth.

In a teasing voice, she murmured, "Let me feed you."

Khaleesi leaned in, the space between them dwindling to a mere breath.

As her lips neared his, Brian abruptly shoved her away.

“Leave.”

Caught unaware, Khaleesi stumbled, crashing into the table.

Crystal bottles shattered, scattering glass Like diamond dust.

“Mr. Hughes"

"I said, leave!" Annoyance flickered in Brian's eyes.

Sanford, an amused spectator to the drama, flashed a smug grin.

“Time to make your exit, dear. There's a handsome tip waiting.”

Brian's lack of interest in the female escort was glaringly obvious.

Khaleesi felt a twinge of regret at letting such a lucrative opportunity slip through her fingers.

She cast a hopeful glance at Brian, silently pleading for him to reconsider.