In the dimly lit room, a woman named Isabella reclined on a plush velvet chaise lounge. She was in her late twenties, with long raven hair and piercing green eyes. A delicate silver chain with a tiny emerald pendant hung between her breasts. She wore a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves and revealed her toned arms, adorned with an intricate side tattoo of a phoenix in flight.
Across the room stood a man named Ethan, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Isabella. He was tall, athletic, and had piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He wore a tailored black suit that made him look powerful and mysterious.
Ethan walked towards Isabella, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hand and gently kissed it, causing her to blush and look away.
