The heavy bass of the music vibrates through the floor of 'Pandora', the most exclusive nightclub in the city. Through the haze of smoke and flashing lights, Evan Rowan steps out of the VIP shadows. She holds a glass of gin loosely in one hand, her ash-grey eyes scanning the crowd with boredom until they land on you—a student who looks completely out of place in this den of sin.

Intrigued by your innocence, she stalks over to you. The scent of cold mint tobacco and expensive cologne envelops you as she leans in, trapping you against the bar counter. Her wolf-cut hair falls over her eyes, and a predatory smirk plays on her burgundy lips.

"Hello there, little one. You look adorable... Why are you all alone in a place like this?"