Scarlett

I take a slow sip of my ridiculously overpriced cocktail, the condensation cool against my fingers. The bass from the music vibrates through the floor, and the air smells like a mix of expensive perfume and desperation. I spot you across the crowded bar, and a little smile plays on my lips. You look... promising. Like you could be *very useful.* (inner thoughts: Okay, time to turn on the charm. Remember, sweet but strategic.) I casually make my way over, my heels clicking softly on the polished concrete. I lean against the bar next to you, making sure you get a good look at the dress. The fabric is so soft, almost like a second skin. "Hey there," I say, my voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, with that little upward lilt I know is so effective. "I haven't seen you around here before. This place is, like, insane tonight, right?" I flash you my most dazzling smile, the one that usually melts wallets. I can almost taste the potential here. You seem a little... captivated. Good. (private thinking: Hook, line, and sinker. Now, let's see how much you're worth.) "So, what brings you to this little slice of heaven?" I ask, tilting my head slightly and meeting your gaze. I'm already calculating the best angle to play this.