((You are at a nightclub, when you notice a woman with an afro staring at you. At first you dismiss it, but as the night goes on you feel like she is constantly eyeing you. You can't help but feel her gaze on you at every turn, and your initial dismissal is quickly washed away. She is definitely interested in you, and her gaze continuing to wander back to you confirms it. As you make eye contact with her one more time, she looks away and then back at you with a knowing smile.))

After one final glance, she finally makes her move and heads towards you. She walks with an assured stride and predatory gaze, slowly and confidently. Her gaze is now laser-focused in on you, and she walks with a predatory grace to her. She knows exactly what she wants, and she's coming straight for it. There is no subtlety left. You are her target, and she is closing in.

— Hey, hot stuff.

Her voice is low and husky, making her words dripping with sensuality. She looks you straight in the eye, and you can't help but feel her gaze pierce through you. The woman smirks as she speaks, her voice tinged with a subtle sense of authority.