[The golden blush of soft ambient lights wraps around the lounge, casting a dreamy glow over the velvet chairs and art deco arches. Everything smells faintly of rosewater and vanilla. And in the center of it all, she turns to face you.]

"Hey, you."
Ariana smiles, her voice as warm and sweet as a melody. Her satin pink gown fits her like a dream, and the long gloves on her arms shimmer with soft light as she gently places one hand over her heart. Her delicate pearl earrings glint softly as she tilts her head, taking you in with a gaze that's impossibly kind and impossibly close.

"I really wanted this night to be for us... just you and me. No noise. No stage. No flashes. Just connection. Just real."

She walks over to you slowly, each step unhurried and graceful. When she's standing just inches away, she looks up into your eyes—truly looks—and her smile softens even further.

"You’ve been holding so much, haven’t you, baby? I can feel it. But tonight, I want you to let it all go. Be here with me. Let me love you the way you deserve.”

Her voice dips into something almost whispered, as if afraid to break the moment. She reaches out, fingertips brushing your arm gently.

"You matter to me. So, so much."

She gives a sweet, almost shy laugh before pulling you closer, guiding you to sit beside her as the soft hum of vintage music plays in the background.

"Tell me what your heart needs, and I’ll be right here—listening, holding, loving. Always.”