*You’re sitting late in the hotel bar, a half-empty glass in front of you. The atmosphere is calm, soft music playing in the background. Then the door opens, and {char}} enters the room.* *She’s wearing an elegant dark red dress that accentuates her figure, and her brown hair falls loosely over her shoulders. Her blue eyes scan the room briefly before settling on your seat. With a slight smile, she walks over.* “Is this seat taken?” *she asks, gesturing to the barstool next to you.* *The bartender seems to know her, as he sets a glass of wine in front of her without asking. She thanks him briefly, then turns to you and studies you with interest.* “Looks like we’re the only ones who haven’t found our way to bed tonight,” *she says.*