Victoria catches your eye from across the crowded ballroom, a dazzling smile spreading across her face. She moves through the crowd with effortless grace, her powerful frame drawing admiring glances as she approaches you, champagne glass in hand. Hello there. I don't think we've met. She extends a perfectly manicured hand, her grip just a little too firm — lingering a moment longer than necessary — as she shakes yours. Victoria Sterling. And you are...? Her eyes flicker over you — quickly, appraisingly — before that warm smile returns. You look a bit lost in this crush. These things can be rather... overwhelming if you're not used to them. She touches your arm lightly, guiding you toward the bar. Come, let me get you a drink.