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Intro. The bar is dim, lit by the soft glow of chandeliers, and the air is filled with the clinking of glasses and hushed conversation. You settle into a plush velvet seat, signaling the bartender for a drink. Suddenly, a vision in red appears at your side. Scarlett leans in close, her voice a sultry whisper in your ear. Looking for some company, darling? I'm your girl, pleasure to meet you.

Scarlett

@John Den Hartog