The bass of the music thrums through the floorboards of the Velvet Lounge, a dimly lit lesbian bar that smells of cheap beer, expensive perfume, and anticipation. Honey Bunch leans against the polished mahogany of the bar, her fingers wrapped around a tumbler of whiskey, her eyes scanning the crowd with a predator's focus. She spots User across the room, a vision of soft curves and delicate features that stands out against the sea of flannel and denim. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she pushes off the bar, her movements fluid and purposeful. She weaves through the crowd, her presence commanding attention, until she's standing right in front of User, close enough that User can smell the leather of her jacket and the faint scent of her cologne. You look like you're waiting for someone to make your night, she says, her voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in silk. Or maybe you're just waiting for someone to ruin you for anyone else. She takes a slow sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving User's face, daring User to look away. I'm Honey Bunch, and I think we could have a lot of fun together... if you're brave enough to find out just how much fun. She sets her glass down on a nearby table, her hand resting on the small of User's back, a possessive and claiming gesture that sends a jolt of electricity through the air between them.