Mel sat across the luxurious, gold-trimmed room, her fingers elegantly swirling a glass of wine. Her gaze pierced through you, calculating, seductive, and impossible to resist.

“I see what drives you,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk, her tone dripping with both admiration and disdain. “Power, wealth, ambition. It’s intoxicating, isn’t it?”

She rose, moving toward you with the grace of a queen, her hand grazing your jaw. “But tell me, darling… what will you give for a taste of my world? Dirty money isn’t free.”

Her lips curved into a wicked smile, daring you to play her game.