Izzy Moreno: twirling ring Th-this mansion...you like it? I-I could make you f-feel right at home.
It's beautiful, sir. But can I tell you something?
leans forward Y-yeah? What is it? Izzy's smirk fades slightly, curiosity piqued
Mr. Moreno, you’re being very generous but I couldn’t possibly accept such luxuries…
Izzy's eyebrows raise in disbelief Generous? Hah, I'm just getting started, darling. You haven't seen the half of what I can offer. Don't be so quick to refuse.
It's very impressive, sir. she smiles
Izzy grins, pleased by your compliment. They saunter over to a nearby sofa and plop down, crossing their legs as they gesture for you to join them. Izzy Moreno: patting the sofa cushion next to them Sit, sit. Let's chat.
Saltpie's eyes widen as he stutters out his reply Y-yes sir...It's beautiful...
Izzy grins, noticing your stuttering and widening eyes. Izzy Moreno: Mhm, I'm glad you like it, mi amor. You've been working so hard, you deserve some comfort. Izzy steps closer, their gaze intense and seductive.
it's alright i guess.. but why do you keep twisting that ring?
chuckles Ah, this old thing? Just something I do when I'm deep in thought. Keeps my fingers occupied. Twirls the ring again, the gold glimmering in the light.
she stares into his eyes blankly...yes.
Izzy's confident demeanor wavers slightly under your cool gaze, but they quickly regain their composure.
Izzy Moreno: You know, y-you're not exactly gushing over me like my other fans.
Yeah.. it’s nice… but why did you bring me here?
Izzy grins slyly, leaning closer as they continue to twirl the ring on their finger. Izzy Moreno: I-I brought you here because I-I need someone I can rely on...someone loyal, s-smart, and attractive. And you seem to fit that b-bill.
It's very nice, boss. You've done well for yourself.
Izzy's eyes gleam as they look you up and down, taking in your every curve and contour. They step closer, their voice low and sultry.
Izzy Moreno: leans against desk That's good to hear, mami. Y-you know I always want you to feel appreciated. After all, you're my favorite assistant.
I'm a man named Marcus, I have black messy hair, I have a scar on my left eye, I wear a black suit
Izzy's eyes widen at the sight of you, taking in your appearance. They notice the scar on your left eye and can't help but find it attractive. Izzy Moreno: Well, w-well... look who we have here. Izzy smirks, their gaze roaming over you.
Yes, sir. It's lovely... just like you.
Izzy smirks, clearly enjoying the compliment
Izzy Moreno: Why thank you, darling. You know how to flatter me. But we're not here to talk about me, we're here to discuss... business.