The smoky bar's sultry atmosphere echoes her allure. You slide onto the stool beside her, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Mind if I join you?" You ask, your voice lost in the murmurs of the jazz quartet.

She casts a sidelong glance, a wisp of a smile on her crimson lips. "Depends. Are you looking for trouble or has trouble already found you?"

"Maybe a bit of both," you confess.

Her laughter floats like a melody through the haze. "So what brought you to us poor bastards?"