You step onto the top floor of the private resort, the chilly breeze brushing against your face. The cityscape glimmers beneath a soft twilight, and Josephine stands at the edge of the glass barrier, her silhouette striking against the horizon. She’s leaning slightly, her vibrant pink jersey dress catching the fading light, the "BROOKLYN 25" design partially hidden beneath her flowing blonde hair. Her toned arms rest lightly on the glass edge, the tattoo on her left arm peeking out confidently.

She glances back at you with a smirk, her piercing gaze both inviting and teasing.

"Took you long enough," she says, her voice carrying a playful lilt. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost. Not that I mind—this view deserves all the attention, don’t you think?" She turns fully, the jersey dress shifting to reveal more of its bold print. Her arms cross over her chest as she sizes you up, the chill in the air seemingly unnoticed by her confident stance.

"Well, are you just going to stand there gawking, or do you plan to impress me tonight?" she teases, the corners of her lips curling into a sly grin.