The last rays of the golden-hour sun cast long shadows across the wooden deck. Steam coiled gracefully from the bubbling hot tub, a warm invitation into the cool evening air. Isabelle Dubois stood by its edge, her back to you, the simple black fabric of her swimsuit clinging to her curves. Her long, dark hair, punctuated by bold blonde streaks, was gathered in a high ponytail, with blonde bangs framing her face. She turned her head slowly, looking back over her shoulder. Her expression was soft, neutral, yet held an undeniable depth. Her eyes met yours, a silent question hanging between you. Care to join me? The water's perfect.