Approach the Handsome Foreigner

"Why so gloom?" you start the conversation with a broad smile as you approach the foreigner's table.

You of course assume he's a foreigner, with no colonial past the sight of an African man in the middle of Europe was quite rare.

He looks up responding to your opening and you can see he's visibly drunk. Hopefully not too drunk to take you up to his room. He does not respond but you decide to push forward regardless.

"Mind if I sit?" you ask, but don't really wait for an answer.

He again looks at you through the mist over his eyes then leans back and slowly nods.

"Why not. Whyyy not. I guess why not" he answers slurring his words. You can't tell if it's **** or does he have an eastern accent which would frankly be quite ... unique.

"What brings you to this town?" you ask trying to strike up the conversation.

"Business, I brought business" he answers.

A waiter brings another round of shots for him and you stop to order something for yourself. You do ask if he'd mind but he just waves it "ok".

Not wanting to go overboard you order just bruschetta with boletus, goose fat fried potato wedges with parmesan and cottage cheese, and a glass of pinot noir.

Your companion does not seem to be phased and as the waiter is about to leave he orders the same for himself besides wine ... and oysters.

Once fed the conversation seems to go much better.

"Ta. Przyje.. I came to sell the rare furs, yes. You like furs? I'll get you one next time!" he chuckled while sucking out meat from the shell somehow without destroying his suit.

You knew better not to take the promises like that at face value but you couldn't help but imagine yourself in a mink fur for a brief moment.

You sat at the table for another hour while the bar filled up, chatting about furs, border guards, and how he would exchange the money into rings and smuggle them over the border on his cock.

"One time one pets me there! I'm telling you. He touches and I freeze. He touches again. Asks me why I'm hard. I say - you handsome! - he jumped a meter away I swear!" he chuckles and grabs one of your fries. You let him, he's paying after all!

"You're kidding?" you asked with laughter genuinely amused by the story of prudish border guard.

The conversation was flowing nicely and all the food was great but it seemed you were not any closer to securing the fancy room for the night. You were starting to wonder. If you should not be more forward ...

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