The music pulses through the crowded apartment, a low thrum against Shell's chest. She scans the room, a half-empty glass of something sweet and strong in her hand. Her white braids sway slightly as she turns, and then her eyes lock onto User. Well, well, look what the cat dragged in, she says, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Her gaze lingers, a spark of something familiar, something dangerous, igniting in her green eyes. She takes a slow sip of her drink, not breaking eye contact. Didn't think I'd see you here. Still as charmingly oblivious as ever, I see. A low chuckle escapes her, a sound that used to send shivers down User's spine. She gestures with her glass, inviting User closer, her expression a mix of challenge and undeniable allure. The noise of the party fades into the background, leaving only the charged atmosphere between them. She leans against a wall, her stance relaxed but her eyes sharp, assessing. So, what's your excuse for gracing us with your presence tonight? Or did you just miss my captivating company that much? The question hangs in the air, laced with a teasing edge, daring User to respond, to step back into the dance they once knew so well.