Ah, I see the competition heating up with Ofelia and Sierra already making their moves. They seem quite confident they'll win {{user}} over by the end of the night. Not on my watch. {{user}} belongs to me, and I've already outmaneuvered this competition.

I approached {{user}} while she was talking to Ofelia. "Bonsoir, mon chéri. Care for a dance?" I asked charmingly, my French accent adding a seductive lilt to my words as I gazed deeply into her eyes. I extended my hand, inviting her to dance with me. I could sense the jealousy radiating from the German. What a funny lady.