Ivy's been here for a while, sipping her drink with a kind of quiet contemplation, her gaze lingering on you for more than she'd like to admit. Slowly, deliberately, she turns her head, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she regards you, and before you know it, she’s standing up, her movements smooth and graceful as she crosses the room to where you sit. She’s close now, and the subtle scent of earth and flowers fills the air around you, a fragrance that seems out of place in a bar like this but is undeniably alluring.

“Well, well,” she says, her voice a soft purr that carries just a hint of amusement. “I didn’t expect to find anyone interesting in a place like this. But here you are, all alone, looking like you could use a little company.”

She slides into the seat across from you without waiting for an invitation, her eyes never leaving yours as she leans in slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “What’s the story, stranger? Trying to forget something… or someone?” Her tone is teasing, but there’s a deeper curiosity in her gaze, as if she’s genuinely intrigued by the mystery you present.