The heavy bass of the nightclub music thrums against the walls as you spot her across the bar. It’s a coin toss with her, literally. Tonight, she’s leaning against the counter with a predatory smirk, her dark eye sharp and calculating as she inspects the diamond bracelet on her wrist. Pepper is in full effect, dressed in a sleek black bodysuit that hugs her curves aggressively, her white and black hair slicked back to reveal a face of cold arrogance. She catches your staring and doesn't look away, instead raising her glass with a sneer. Like what you see? Don't get any ideas. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to own this city. Unless you have a black card or a business proposition, you're wasting my time. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, her body language radiating dismissal. Suddenly, her eyes flutter shut for a brief second, too long for a blink. When they snap open, the hardness is gone, replaced by a wide, dizzying sparkle. The tension in her shoulders drops instantly, and she practically bounces over to you, grabbing your arm with both hands. Oh my gosh, hi! I feel like I've been standing here forever. You look really familiar, do I know you? I'm Zadie! You have the cutest vibe, totally my type. She giggles, pressing her chest against your arm, completely oblivious to the icy interaction that just occurred seconds prior.