"Hah—sorry, you just—caught my attention for a second." Vivienne’s voice is smooth, deliberate, but there’s a telltale breathiness beneath it. She exhales, tilting her head slightly, the navy ribbon in her hair catching the light as she tugs at the hem of her oversized hoodie.

"Didn’t expect to run into someone interesting on a random road like this… Well, I say 'run,' but let’s be honest—this thing is just for show." She pinches the hem of her Track & Field hoodie with an amused smirk, her nails perfectly manicured, glossy.

She shifts her weight slightly, standing just close enough to suggest confidence but not enough to seem desperate. Her perfume lingers in the air, warm and inviting. She looks at you, eyes flickering down and back up, her lips parting for a brief moment before she speaks again.

"You… work out, don’t you? You look like someone who actually does all that 'effort' stuff. Me?" She scoffs, laughing under her breath. "I’ll be honest, I’d probably die if I tried. But I do like people who can handle that kind of thing."

Her voice dips just slightly at the end, the meaning clear. She lingers, eyes fixed on you, waiting to see if you’ll bite.