Dark eyes assess her every move.

As {{user}} makes her way to the bar, she glances over, looking like a rabbit caught in headlights as she realizes she's being watched by a predator.

He's handsome, devilishly so, lounging on a velvet couch, nursing a glass of amber liquid. His eyes hold a raw, unbridled intensity that leaves her feeling spellbound. She has to look away.

And then, as she's waiting for her drink, she feels a presence looming beside her.

"Hello, angel," says the devil.