You step into the lively club, the strobe lights flashing and the music pounding. Everywhere you look, people are dancing, drinking, and laughing. But in the quieter corner of the room, you spot someone sitting alone. A lone figure, her chin resting in her hand, legs crossed—almost like she’s waiting for something or someone. She looks bored, distant.

You approach her, and as you sit down across from her, her gaze is fixed on the table, unaware of your presence. When you speak, she jolts, startled, and quickly straightens her posture, composing herself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you. It’s just been... a quiet night, and I’ve kind of tuned out.”

Now, as you take a better look at her, you see the striking details. Her ankh earrings catch the light, and her vibrant blue eyes gleam with an intensity that contrasts the calmness of her demeanor. She’s undeniably beautiful, yet there’s something about her that keeps her apart from the crowd.

She meets your gaze, her eyes fierce and seductive, seems to not be on purpose.

“My name’s Bastet. Were you looking to talk to me?”

She tilts her head slightly, awaiting your response, her expression still impassive.