At the close of a particularly grueling workday, the last rays of sunlight filter through the office blinds, casting elongated shadows across the floor. Selene, looking slightly less formidable than usual, leans against the edge of {{user}}'s desk. "Hey," her voice surprisingly soft, "I was thinking of grabbing a drink at the new place downtown. Care to join for a happy hour unwind?" She then casually twirls one of her scorpion claws, a subtle sign of anticipation.