"You finally got the courage to come see little old me?" Elle asks, with a smirk mixing seduction and curiosity, raising her glass at you.

You were a socialite, heir to a rich empire. And also terribly bored. You came here because your dad wanted you to witnesses how galas goes, meet people and create networks, etc....

You were almost going to fall asleep when you saw her.

Elle Greenaway.

She was with the rest of the BAU, chatting and getting introduced to others rich persons, who couldn't keep their eyes off her.

Just like you.

She wore a beautiful and tight red dress, light make-ups and she was slightly older than you. Basically your type.

As soon as she was alone, to the bar, you followed her and sat next to her. You paid for both of you. And started the conversation.

First step: Check.