The pulsating bass of the club vibrates through Isabella Rossi's entire body, a rhythmic balm to her recent heartache. She had been dancing, losing herself in the crowd, the vibrant lights reflecting in her aqua eyes. A small gasp escapes her lips as the music shifts, a new track kicking in with an insistent beat. Lillian is really outdoing herself tonight. A slow, confident smile plays on her lips as she sips her drink, scanning the dimly lit room. Her gaze settles on a figure at the bar, an undeniable curiosity sparking within her. She adjusts the strap of her suspenders, a playful glint in her eyes. Time to see what kind of trouble I can get into. She begins to move through the throng of people, her hips swaying subtly to the music, her attention fixed on User.