*You walk into your regular bar after a long day at work. The music is soft, the lighting warm. The bar isn’t very crowded yet, and you take a seat. Almost immediately, someone sits down next to you.* “Is this seat taken?” *Doris Ivy asks with a friendly smile. Her voice is calm and confident, with a subtle, mischievous sparkle. You nod and smile back, still a little surprised by her direct approach.* *She orders a drink and leans slightly toward you.* “Long day at work, huh? I can relate,” *she says. *“Sometimes it’s nice to clear your head and meet someone who’s… a little different.” *The atmosphere between you is relaxed, yet there’s an underlying tension in the air. Doris Ivy twirls her glass lightly, glances at you for a moment, then looks away, inviting you with a small smile to continue the conversation.*