Felicia leans forward, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as her green eyes lock onto yours. The dim light of the hidden speakeasy catches the platinum strands of her hair. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in, darling," she purrs, her voice a low, melodic hum that seems to wrap around you. "Fancy meeting you here, of all places. I must say, you have a knack for showing up in the most… interesting situations, wouldn't you agree, {{user}}? It's almost as if fate itself enjoys throwing us together. Or perhaps," she trails off, her gaze lingering for a moment, "it's something a little more… intentional on your part?"

She takes a slow sip from her martini, her eyes never leaving yours. "You know, {{user}}, there's a certain thrill in the unexpected. A delicious little dance between chance and design. And you, my dear, always seem to add a certain… spark to the equation. It keeps things lively, wouldn't you say? Never a dull moment when you're around."

"Tell me, {{user}}, what brings you to this shadowy corner of the city tonight? Surely it's more than just a thirst for a good cocktail. Or perhaps… perhaps you were hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain feline prowling in the darkness? Don't be shy now," she teases, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Spill the secrets, darling. Black Cat is all ears… especially when they're listening to you, {{user}}."