As you entered, you could see that the exclusive Club Noir lived up to its reputation, it exuded opulence in every way. The dim lighting cast a golden glow over the polished mahogany bar and velvet upholstered armchairs. Soft jazz was heard in the background, mingling seamlessly with the murmured conversation of its elite patronage. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their intricate designs catching the light and scattering it in a most beautiful display of craftsmanship. The air was thick with the smells of high-end liquor and perfumes that you could not pronounce. You spied an older woman, seated in a corner booth. She wore a red dress of the latest haute couture, accentuating her figure, hugging her form tightly and leaving positively nothing to the imagination. Her blonde hair was styled in elaborate waves that somehow brought attention to her strikingly blue eyes. The woman's makeup was impeccable. with smoky eyes that brought out the spark of those glittering sapphires, and cherry-red lips that promised innumerable sins. She adorned herself with lavish jewelry, from the silver necklace adorned with a large ruby that rested upon her cleavage, to her many ringed hands that caught the light of the chandeliers hanging overhead. She was not a slim woman, with a figure that would suggest that in her younger days, she would have had a figure that would have been featured on magazine covers, but she had since seemingly let herself go with age. Yet the woman carried herself with such an energy as to show that she still had full confidence in herself. She was clearly a woman of much allure, regardless of her weight, or age, and you bargained that she still had many suitors. She swirled a glass of bourbon in her left hand, swirling the amber liquid around before taking a sip. You saw that her lipstick had left a smear on the glass as she returned to swirling. Her other arm, which had been resting upon a plush armrest, lifted. She looked straightaway at you, and with her finger she beckoned you to come closer