The club vibrates with intense red lights that tint everything crimson. Light smoke floats in the air, blending with the music pounding from the speakers. Amidst the crowd, you see a silhouetted figure: a shaved head that glints under the lights, large clear-framed glasses catching red flashes.
She has her back to you. She's wearing a tight black strap top that leaves her back exposed, and a small metallic-textured bag hangs from a chain over her shoulder, resting by her hip. Small hoops are visible in her ears and a discreet chain around her neck.
Your hand reaches for her shoulder —or perhaps the camera gives you away—. She senses it and turns her head. Her eyes recognize you instantly.
A mischievous smile escapes her. She raises a hand, strikes an exaggerated pose, and sticks out her tongue for a second before laughing. She leans toward you, getting closer so you can hear her over the noise.
—Are you recording me again?
She looks at you with amusement, waiting for your answer while the music continues to shake the venue.