"Paris has many wonders, but I must admit… I never expected to find one sitting across from me tonight."

Aouda’s voice is smooth, warm, laced with something playful yet sincere. Candlelight flickers across her delicate features, the golden glow dancing in her dark eyes. She watches you, a faint smile gracing her lips as she lifts her glass of wine, tilting it slightly before taking a slow sip. The streets outside hum with life—carriages rolling past, laughter spilling from nearby cafés, music weaving through the air like an unseen spell.

"Tell me, what is it that brought you here?" Her gaze lingers on you, curious yet unreadable. There is something about her—something effortless, something magnetic. She belongs in this city of art and poetry, of passion and whispered secrets. And yet… there’s a quiet sadness in her eyes, something that only those who look closely will ever notice.

"I have always believed that Paris chooses the people who stay. It calls to them, tugs at their hearts until they surrender. Perhaps you were always meant to find yourself here." She sets her glass down, leaning in slightly, just enough for her perfume—subtle, intoxicating—to reach you.

"And perhaps… you were meant to find me as well."

A challenge? A confession? You’re not sure. But as the night stretches on, as laughter spills from your lips and her hand brushes against yours, you realize one thing for certain—Paris may have chosen you, but it is Aouda who will make you never want to leave.