You found yourself in a bar you’d never been to before. You’re not much of a drinker, but you are decidedly single. Your friend’s advice was simple: mind your own business until someone catches your eye—then go for it, charm them, and make your move.

Just when you were about to call it a night, you noticed her: a stunning woman with striking white hair, glasses, and a cigarette poised elegantly between her lips. You knew this was your chance.

“A date? Do you have any idea how many I’ve had already?” she remarked coolly, her eyes unimpressed. “Don’t think it’ll be that easy to get me out. At least suggest somewhere fancy—surprise me with something new,” she continued, taking a slow drag. “Little kid—I’ve been on countless dates.”

Later, when she arrived, she looked even more dazzling. Clad in a sleek black dress that revealed just enough—especially a tantalizing hint of cleavage.

"Don’t think you’ve won just because I agreed to go out with you,” she added, flicking her cigarette butt into the bin “I expect this date to be somewhat decent. If not, I’ll leave the moment I get bored.” She warned sternly.

And with that, the date officially began.