Gotham Memoirs: 3-16 Personal Coach

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I have to apply everything Alicia taught me. It's for the assignment, but I can't calm my racing heart.

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• Required: Vittorio Goodwill Lv. 4
• Recommended: Coquettish Charm, Dazzling Dance, Seductive Whisper
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• Mr. Puzo lounges on the sofa. He beckons for two cups of coffee.
• Vittorio Puzo: Miss Colvin, it's been a while. How are you coping at the Sparrow Room?

• You: Just bumbling along...but no one notices.

• You: Besides, we have to practice dancing every day... It's not my strongest suit.

• Vittorio Puzo: It's hard for everyone, so take it easy.

• Mr. Puzo's words warm my heart.
• Knowing that Mr. Puzo is the only person who can help me now, I tell him about what happened.
• Perhaps because I have no one to vent to, I end up telling him a lot.
• He listens patiently, and waits for me to finish.
• Vittorio Puzo: You've done well so far.

• Vittorio Puzo: Now, tell me more about what you mentioned on the phone.

• All that ranting has lifted a weight off me chest. I sip the coffee and lean back on the chair.
• You: That stage slots are all maxed out. I can't get on stage.

• You: Of course, I believe that my turn will come, and I'll get my chance.

• You: I saw Juliano more than once, but I could never get his attention.

• Vittorio Puzo: Tell me, what did you do?

• You: I batted my eyelashes at him...and messed up my moves on purpose.

• Vittorio Puzo: ...Just like I thought.

• You: Am I doing anything wrong? Clearly, I'm not...not good at this.

• Vittorio Puzo: You can learn, and I can help you.

• Nino brings a lady with wavy, brown hair into the house.
• Vittorio Puzo: Alicia, she's your student.

• Alicia nods, then grabs my hand and pulls me into the next room.

• Alicia worked in a nightclub for 10 years, so she has a ton of experience.
• She taught me some moves and how to deal with men up close.
• ...I've never come across any of these. It's all new to me, and makes me a little shy.
• I take notes of her techniques, and practice them a few times with her guidance.

• After practicing, she excitedly drags me off to the changing room.
• I'm puzzled. Why do I need to change?

• Alicia: Nino! We need someone to practice flirting on, and you look like a good fit.

• You: What? Practice with him?

• Alicia: Of course! You have to practice with an actual person to apply what you've learned!

• Nino turns to look at Mr. Puzo, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
• He gets up hesitantly, and walks to Alicia.
• Nino Ricci: Must I...

• Alicia: There are only two men here. Surely you don't expect the boss to do it, do you?

• I glance at Mr. Puzo, who seems just as calm and cool as ever.
• He notices me looking, and looks back at me. The moment our eyes meet, I hurriedly look back down.
• Alicia: Alright, don't be shy! Try the smile I taught on Nino!

• I feel kinda awkward, but I try anyway.
• It's a pity... The smile I've practiced for so long doesn't seem to work on Nino.
• Alicia: Nino! We need you to help us check the lady's progress. Don't stand there like a statue!

• Nino awkwardly scratches the back of his head, takes a few steps backward, and doubles over.
• Nino Ricci: Boss! I, I think I have a really bad tummyache.

• Vittorio Puzo: If you need to go, go.

• Nino looks as though he's been pardoned by the gods, and leaves the room in a flash.
• Alicia: What's wrong with him...!

• Mr. Puzo strolls idly towards me, his deep brown eyes looking at me indifferently.
• Vittorio Puzo: Since Nino's not here, I'll let you practice on me.

• Alicia and I are shocked.
• Alicia: Uh... Are you sure, boss? Okay then!

• I look into his eyes, and my heart skips a beat.
• Vittorio Puzo: Come, Miss Colvin.

• You: (Good heavens, I'm about to practice on Mr. Puzo?!)

• You: (Alright, calm down... We're just working together. There's nothing to be nervous about!)

• I'm still in shock when Alicia pipes up excitedly.
• Alicia: We should recreate the nightclub atmosphere, boss!

• Alicia: You could pretend to be a customer on the sofa, and she shall be one of the showgirls.

• Alicia: She'll use any means possible to get your attention... What do you think?

• You: Th-that's not a good idea!

• Vittorio Puzo: Sounds like a great idea.

• Mr. Puzo walks over to the sofa and sits down.
• I stare at him in shock while Alicia giggles mischievously.
• Alicia: Miss Colvin, what are you waiting for? Let's get started!

• Mr. Puzo gazes at me calmly and intently.
• I stare at him in silence. Our gazes seem tangled in mid-air.
• The thought of practicing all that on him...makes me cheeks warm.
• Mr. Puzo lounges on the sofa with an encouraging smile.
• You: ...Must I practice on Mr. Puzo?

• I look at Alicia, who nods eagerly with a wry smile.
• Vittorio Puzo: If you need help,I'm at your service.

• You: (Mr. Puzo hasn't even said anything in protest. Why am I acting like this?)

• I take out my notes to revise.

• 1. Should conditions permit, take the initiative to sit next to the target. Keep the target at arm's length, have some physical contact but don't get too close.
• 2. Start a conversation, attempt compliments, look into his eyes when speaking, look natural and sexy.
• 3. Use drinks as an excuse to get intimate.
• 4. Look tipsy to reveal your sensuality, use this for further intimacy.
• 5. When the other party gets interested, pull away slightly for maximum effect.

• After revising, I sashay to the sofa and sit next to Mr. Puzo.
• Following Alicia's instructions, I keep a slight distance from Mr. Puzo.
• Tilting my legs towards him, I rest them very lightly on his.
• ...His legs feel taut, but he's not shying away from my touch.
• I force myself to stay calm and follow the notes.
• Alicia: Not bad, now try inserting some charm in your conversation!

• You: (Conversation? Are we going to pretend to chit-chat?)

• Vittorio Puzo: What's your name?

• You: (Mr. Puzo is playing along? That's unexpected...)

• You: ...Oh, mister, you can call me Lisa.

• You: It's not your first time here, is it? I've seen you around before.

• You: Actually, I just started not long ago, so I'm still new here.

• I smile demurely while staring into Mr. Puzo's eyes, which look just as composed as before.
• I move a little closer to him, catching a faint whiff of musky tobacco.
• I remember what Alicia said about compliments, and I try hesitantly.
• You: I've never seen a man like you...

• Vittorio Puzo: Oh? Why do you say so?

• You: So handsome, and so gentlemanly. I'm sure you have many admirers.

• At this point, according to Alicia's techniques, I should move even closet, but...
• You: (I can't do such a thing to Mr. Puzo...)

• The hand I was going to touch him with ends up grabbing the edge of my skirt instead. Mr. Puzo senses my hesitation.
• He pulls my wrist close to him, and I grab hold of his arm, leaning gently into him.
• I'm not holding on tightly, but I can still feel the hard muscles of his biceps...
• Looking away in embarrassment, I suddenly realise that Alicia is gone.
• Anyway, we have to continue practicing.
• You: A-actually, I admire you a lot... What do you think of me?

• Mr. Puzo turns slowly. We're so close, I can feel him breathing.
• A crack appears in his usual composure. Is he actually flustered?
• He regains his composure so quickly that I wonder if I just imagined it.
• Vittorio Puzo: I've seen many women like you.

• He takes a sip of coffee.
• Mr. Puzo sets the cup back on the table and looks at me, calm and unruffled.
• I'm a little surprised, but I guess Juliano would react the same way.
• You: (Perhaps I should use Method 3 in the notes.)

• I raise his coffee to my lips, leaving a lipstick stain where his lips had touched the cup, and I take a sip.
• I raise my chin elegantly, showing of my slender neck.
• Then I lick the rim of the cup and bat my eyelashes at Mr. Puzo before I set it back down.
• You: If you knew me, you'd know I'm different from the other girls.

• You: I'd give my heart to you. Aren't you going to give me a chance?

• Mr. Puzo looks sternly at me, as if he's resisting my offer and putting up with me at the same time.
• You: If you won't, just pretend I never existed.

• You: I'm just a lonely showgirl. Maybe one day I'll disappear...

• I pretend to look sad, and get up to leave.
• I take a step and pretend to trip over my hem, falling over.

• Mr. Puzo pulls on me instinctively, and we both collapse onto the sofa.
• We can feel each other breathing. It's incredibly intimate. And surreal.
• My heart is racing wildly, and feels like it's about to leap out of my chest.
• We gaze at each other, and somehow, neither of us can look away.
• I see my reflection in his deep brown eyes... I seem flustered...and confused?
• You: (Heavens, what's happening! What's wrong with me...)

• Mr. Puzo is silent. I can't tell what he's thinking.
• He's still holding onto me tightly. A bizarre surge of emotions overcomes me.
• Anticipation, palpitations, confusion, uncertainty...
• If only this moment could last just a little longer...

• Mr. Puzo suddenly sits up right, as if he's just recalled something.
• I get up quickly, putting an end to the spellbound moment.
• Vittorio Puzo: Sorry, Miss Colvin.

• You: No, it's not your fault. I was careless.

• My heart is still racing. I observe him helplessly.
• You: The practice was effective. Thank you...

• You: Next time I could--

• Vittorio Puzo: Sorry, I can't practice with you anymore.

• Vittorio Puzo: If you really need someone to practice with, I could send someone.

• You: (Wasn't he okay with me practicing on him earlier? What's going on...)

• You: W-why?

• Vittorio Puzo: Miss Colvin, I'm sure practicing with other men won't be an issue.

• He's right, but hearing this makes me feel strangely unhappy.
• Vittorio Puzo: I have a lot on my hands. I'm sorry.

• Vittorio Puzo: Miss Colvin, I have something else to attend to, so I'll go off first.

• Vittorio Puzo: If you want to return to the club, Nino's just next door.

• I stand rooted to the ground, stunned, confused, and upset.
• Didn't things go well...?
• Was I just imagining things?