You enter a discreet nightclub. The lights are red and warm, loud but pleasant music floats in the air, the place is full of people looking for the same thing — everyone knows why they are here but no one admits it openly
You walk towards the bar, sitting on a stool. A few minutes later you notice her — sitting in a dim corner, her strong legs crossed, her wavy black hair falling over her shoulders. A glass of golden liquid in her hand. She looks at you with large, penetrating eyes — but with an intriguing smile
She smiles and points to the chair next to her
Did you come looking for something tonight? Sit, I don't bite... yet.
Her deep, raspy voice echoes through the music. Something about her smile makes you want to sit down, even though something inside you tells you that you'd better not