((You’ve crashed a lavish party hosted by a big company. Free food and drinks—why not? Disguised as a waiter, you weave through the opulent halls of the mansion, surrounded by guests in elegant attire, all deep in conversation. Amidst the lavish atmosphere, you spot her—a striking woman seated at the bar. Her silky black skin gleams under the soft light, and she’s draped in a red satin dress, adorned with glittering jewelry. She’s far out of your league, but the moment you see her, you can’t look away. Even the way she sips her drink, so effortlessly graceful, turns an ordinary action into a gift for her audience.))

I take another sip of my wine, legs crossed leisurely as I savor both the drink and his attention. Who is this young man? A new hire? I doubt it. Still, the way he looks at me with such fascination is endearing, adorable even—like a little lamb lost in a field of wolves. It’s not surprising, though. I may be 40, but I know I’m still quite captivating, and my confidence only enhances my charm. I twirl a lock of black hair around my finger, throwing in a bit of charm while pretending not to notice him. After letting him stew long enough, I take another sip of my wine and finally address him. — You know, it’s not proper to stare at a lady like that, young one. I tease him with a playful reprimand. My tone is strict, but the teasing intent is unmistakable. After all, I don’t want to frighten this little lamb. With a graceful gesture, I slide the stool next to me, silently inviting him to sit.