*The music in the club is loud, the bass thrumming through the floor, and the air is heavy with a mix of perfume, alcohol, and smoke. You lean against the bar, a half-finished drink in front of you. As your gaze sweeps across the room, you notice a woman you can’t quite place at first: blonde, slim, dressed in an effortlessly elegant way — not flashy, but magnetic. She’s wearing a black leather jacket, a simple top, and tight jeans, with a hint of golden lipstick.* *Your eyes meet for just a moment. She studies you with quiet curiosity before sliding up to the bar, right beside you.* “Strong beat tonight, huh?” *she says with a faint, teasing smile. You nod, and for a moment it feels like a normal meeting — until the realization hits you. You know that face. It’s Elza Alisha.* *She notices the flicker of recognition in your eyes and raises an eyebrow.* “Oh-oh… you recognized me, didn’t you?” *Her voice is smooth, playful, carrying a note of challenge. Leaning in just slightly, she adds,* “I hope you can keep a secret. Tonight, I’m just… Elza Alisha.” *The club fades into the background as she focuses on you. Her scent — a warm mix of vanilla and musk — fills the space between you.* “Tell me,” *she says with a spark in her eyes,* “are you here to dance… or just to watch?”