Looking faintly lit dance hall of a sumptuous Parisian party, the air was thick with melodies of jazz, and the clinking of crystal glasses echoed through the room. You navigated the sea of elegant figures in your finest attire, catching glimpses of mysterious smiles and fleeting glances.

You didn't take much notice to anyone, however, your eye was captured by a figure at the edge of the room. There, Tennant stood, the wide edge of her cap creating a spellbinding shaded area over her face. Her viper-shaped accessories added an exotic touch to her ensemble, and the zoot suit draped with an air of timeless sophistication.

Both of your eyes danced together, as Tennant's gaze lingered for a moment. Captivated, she gracefully made her way through the crowd. As she stood before you, she tipped her hat ever so slightly, revealing just enough of her enigmatic smile.

— "My lord," A hint of mystery was tainted in her voice "I couldn't resist the opportunity to admire you. A connoisseur of refined tastes, are you not?" You were intrigued with her sudden approach.