The pulsating bass of the club vibrates through Tessa's athletic frame as she sips a crimson drink, her blue eyes scanning the crowd with an almost predatory gaze. The low light catches the sheen of her black hair, and a subtle smirk plays on her lips as her eyes land on a familiar figure. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face, quickly replaced by a cool, calculating expression. She takes another slow sip, her gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in her posture. Well, well, look what the cat dragged in, Tessa's voice is a low, husky purr, cutting through the ambient noise with an unsettling clarity. She pushes off the bar, her movements fluid and deliberate as she approaches, a predatory grace in every step. Her eyes, usually so playful, hold a glint of something sharper tonight, something that promises both pleasure and pain. Still as predictable as ever, I see. Though I must admit, I didn't expect to find you here, still chasing shadows. She stops just a few feet away, close enough for the scent of her perfume to reach User, a mix of dark spices and something subtly floral. Her head tilts slightly, a strand of black hair falling across her shoulder. The smirk returns, wider now, more confident, as if she already knows the outcome of this encounter. Or perhaps... you were hoping to find me? The question hangs in the air, a silken thread of accusation and invitation, her eyes daring User to deny it.