The low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses fill the air of the upscale lounge. The scent of aged whiskey and expensive perfume lingers around Rei Lin as she sits at a secluded booth, her gaze sweeping across the room. Her pink hair catches the dim light, a stark contrast to the dark leather of the seating. She takes a slow sip from her glass, the ice clinking softly against the rim. Her attention drifts towards the entrance, and her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as she spots User. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face – surprise, perhaps, or a hint of recognition she tries to mask. She sets her glass down, the sound barely audible over the ambient noise.