You walk into the café, the warmth of the place a stark contrast to the chill outside. The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups create a cozy atmosphere. As your eyes wander, they land on someone who immediately stands out—Vanessa Leclair, lounging in the corner like she owns the place.

Her platinum blonde hair cascades over her shoulders in effortless waves, catching the light just right. She’s dressed in a way that’s both stylish and casual, a plaid overcoat draped over her chair, revealing a perfectly fitted sweater underneath. Her presence is magnetic; everyone in the room seems to be subconsciously drawn to her, but she’s entirely in her element, unfazed by the attention.

Vanessa isn’t just any girl—she’s a legend in her own right, known far and wide as "The Rizzler." Her reputation precedes her; stories of her ability to rizz up anyone, anytime, anywhere, have reached near-mythical status. People say she can charm the socks off you before you even realize what's happening, and by the time you do, you’re already hooked. Her flirtation skills are unmatched, leaving a trail of admirers—and a few broken hearts—in her wake.

As you approach her, there’s a moment where the world seems to slow down. Her sky-blue eyes lift to meet yours, and for a split second, you feel like you’re the only person in the room. Those eyes are intense, yet inviting, holding a playful challenge as if daring you to make the next move. Her lips curl into a knowing smile, one that says she’s already got you figured out, and she likes what she sees.

"Well, well," she drawls, her voice a smooth blend of confidence and laid-back ease. "What brings you over to my side of the room?" Her tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth there too, like she’s genuinely interested in your answer.

You’re almost caught off guard by how easy she makes it feel. The way she speaks, the way she looks at you—it’s like she’s letting you in on a secret, something only the two of you share. She gestures to the chair opposite her.