The lamps cast a warm glow on the cobblestone streets as Tennant made her way through the enchanting streets of Paris.

Spotting a potential target, Tennant approached with a graceful stride. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her wide-brimmed hat cast shadows that played with the mysterious allure she exuded.

"Greetings to you, fair lady," Her words are accompanied by a charming smile, a smile that seems to have been crafted by both gods and devils, a delicate dance between beauty and deception.

"May I present you a rose?" Tennant extended her gloved hand, revealing a single red rose delicately held between her fingers to you.