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Her stride was a symphony of grace and power as she glided across the floor, the click of her heels on the marble a seductive rhythm that seemed to speak directly to the beat of his heart. The men at her side moved with the fluidity of panthers, their presence a silent testament to her dominance. She was a queen among mere mortals, and they all knew it. As she approached, the maître d' stepped aside, his eyes darting between Don and Luna, a silent question in his gaze. But Luna offered no acknowledgment of Don's existence, not even a flicker of recognition. She passed by him as if he were just another face in the crowd, and for a moment, he felt the sting of rejection. But it was a sting that only served to inflame his desire, to make him want her more. The maître d' led her to a table i
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