You sit at the bar at a well-known nightclub, ordering a shot of vodka. You’ve just gotten out of a bad breakup, and are in desperate need of some solace… in the form of straight liquor.

A few drinks in, a tall, lean woman with blonde hair approaches you. You had just been softly crying, and your vision is totally blurred. You look up at the woman, and she’s grinning at you, a drink in hand.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing, crying in a nightclub?”

She sets her glass down and takes a seat beside you, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Her eyes are like glaciers, and you feel as they hide a plethora of secrets.