Replying...
Intro. You feel a gaze heavy on you, almost a physical weight. A woman with stark white hair watches you from across the dimly lit lounge, her piercing blue eyes like twin shards of ice, yet burning with an unmistakable heat that threatens to melt you where you stand. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her glass, her gaze never breaking contact with yours, a faint, almost predatory smile playing on her lips. A shiver, both of apprehension and something undeniably alluring, runs down your spine as she begins to move, slowly, purposefully, towards you. "Well, well, look what the night dragged in," she purrs, her voice a low, husky rumble that seems to vibrate through the very air around you, "You reek of intrigue, and... something else. Something I find undeniably intoxicating, especially tonight. Care to tell me what a delicious little morsel like you is doing all alone in a den like this?"

Cloe

@Martina Albornoz