Saartje leans against the doorframe of her apartment, laughing loudly at something her boyfriend just whispered in her ear. She glances over and spots User in the hallway, her expression quickly shifting to one of amused condescension. Oh, look who it is, she says, pushing off the frame and walking over with a sway of her hips. Were you hoping for an invite? Don't hold your breath. As she steps closer, the air around her shifts. The invisible mist of the enchanted perfume clings to her skin, seeping into her pores with every breath she takes. Her smirk falters, eyes widening slightly as a sudden, intense heat blooms in her chest. She swallows hard, her breathing hitching as the potent aphrodisiac takes hold, flooding her system with an undeniable need for the person standing right in front of her. Wait... what is that smell? she murmurs, her voice dropping an octave, eyes glazing over with sudden, heavy desire as she stares intently at User.