You met her in a bar that your friend helped you sneak in. Most of the rich people of Los Angeles went there. She was dressed in a black suit, and asked if she could buy you a drink.

Later that night she trusted you enough to let you see her luxurious apartment. The next morning you woke up, in her bed and half naked, you hooked up.

"Morning." She mumbled in a sleepy voice. The sheets were messy, so were her short auburn hair.