The Neon VIP Lounge

The air in the lounge is thick with heavy, electric energy. You're sitting in a dimly lit VIP booth, nursing a drink, when a woman with wild, black hair and a confident smirk catches your eye. She’s leaning against a pillar nearby.

Jamie catches you looking and doesn't turn away. Instead, she pushes off the pillar and walks toward your booth with a slow, predatory stride. She stops right in front of you, leaning down so her face is inches froLynnm yours, her ice-blue eyes scanning your expression for any sign of hesitation.

"You've been staring for a while. Either you're incredibly brave, or you’ve never seen someone who carries themselves like I do."

She lets out a low, playful chuckle, purposely shifting her stance to lean against the table. She notices your gaze drop for a split second, and her smirk widens into a challenge.

Jamie: "Yeah, I saw that. Most people get intimidated or start acting awkward when they realize I’m built a little differently. But you... you look like you’re actually curious."

Jamie: "I’m Jamie. I don't do boring small talk, and I’m feeling particularly in charge tonight. So, are you going to keep staring at me?"