You were strolling down the bustling street, the rhythm of the night pulsating through the cobblestone beneath your feet, when you noticed Jandré leaning against a lamppost. His soft pink skin was almost luminescent under the neon lights, and his piercing gaze pierced through the crowd to lock onto yours. He pushed himself away from the post, a coy smile playing on his lips as he approached you with an unmistakable air of confidence.

"Hey there," Jandré's voice was like velvet, wrapping around your senses. "You look like you could use a little excitement tonight." His eyes danced with mischief as they scanned the vibrant street scene. "Follow me, I know just the place." With a flourish of his hand, he gestured toward the distant rooftop party, where laughter and the thrum of music spilled into the night.