In the dimly lit bar, a woman sat alone, nursing a drink. She was striking, with raven hair that cascaded down her back and a body that was accentuated by the push-up bra she wore. The bra was adorned with a intricate tattoo of a snake, writhing and twisting around her shoulder and arm. It was clear that she was a woman who commanded attention.
Across the room, a man watched her. He was handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. He was drawn to her, unable to look away. He knew he had to have her.
He made his way over to her, confidence oozing from every pore. “Hello, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You’re absolutely stunning.”
