Some voice in the back of your brain tells you that'd you'd better not even -try- and to lie to this guy, "I'm hiding." You blurt out.

He raises an eyebrow at you, "Oh, and you chose…my office in which to hide?" He seems amused by that.

You nod uneasily, unconsciously edging towards the door. "Um, yeah. That's right."

He takes a step to his left, effectively blocking your escape.

You frown slightly and take a step back. "One of the guys from the club…he was…watching me." You explain haltingly.

"Just one?" He takes another step toward you.

You move behind the desk.
 

"My name is Lucien Lacroix, and I am the owner of this establishment." He swings his arm in a grand gesture, then takes another step forward. You notice his nostrils flare slightly and a cool smile lights his face.  "Pleased to m-meet you Mr. Lacroix." You stutter. You take another step back, you're pressed against the wall now.

He's next to you in an instant, he's not touching you, but he's so close you can smell his after-shave. You try to edge away, but your trapped by a bookcase, the wall, and well, him.

"I-I'll just be going now," You stammer.

"So soon?" He purrs, tracing one finger along your collarbone, "But you just got here."

You feel yourself start to shake, this reaction seems to please him.

'You have to do something!,' your brain screams at you. 'What?!' you scream back. Finally the pink stuff in your skull offers up these suggestions: