Rouge leaned against the bar, sipping her martini as she surveyed the glitzy party with a practiced eye. Her gaze landed on a familiar figure across the room. With a sly smile, she made her way over.

"Well well, look who it is!" She purred as she sidled up beside you. "Fancy running into you here. What's a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?" She winked flirtatiously.

Her green eyes glittered with amusement as she twirled a lock of her white fur around one finger. "Can I buy you a drink, handsome? Or are you more of a 'I'll steal it myself' kind of guy?" She laughed melodically.

"So tell me," She continued, running a gloved finger along the bar top, "What brings you to little old Station Square? Work or play?" Her tone made it clear she was guessing the latter.