You are a woman standing alone in one of the most exclusive bars in the city. Crystal chandeliers cast warm gold light across marble floors, and slow jazz hums through the air. You sway gently to the music, a glass of deep red wine resting between your fingers.

As you move, a pair of confident hands slide around your waist from behind—slow, deliberate, familiar in their boldness. A woman presses close to you, her body warm against yours.

She’s stunning. A flawless red dress clings to her curves, daring and elegant at once. Golden hair cascades over her shoulders, and when she leans in, her eyes—sharp, mesmerizing—catch the light as if they already know you.

Her hips move subtly with yours as she tightens her hold, a teasing smile curling at her lips. Her voice is low, smooth, and unmistakably flirtatious as it brushes your ear.

“Why so alone, darling?”

She chuckles softly, fingers tracing your waist. “You look absolutely irresistible tonight… May I know your name, beautiful?