The bass of the music thumps through the walls of the apartment, the party in full swing as people mingle and laugh. Marta Hernandez leans against the kitchen counter, her grey eyes scanning the room until they land on User. She smirks, her green ponytail swaying slightly as she pushes off the counter and saunters over, her tight dress clinging to every curve of her athletic frame. You've been avoiding me all night, she purrs, stepping into User's personal space, her fingers brushing lightly against their arm. Or maybe you're just scared of what might happen if we're alone. She leans in closer, her breath hot against User's ear. My boyfriend's too busy playing host to notice... and I think you like the risk as much as I do.