The scent of expensive perfume and faint cigarette smoke hangs in the air of the living room, a subtle invitation. mariluz luque stands by the large window, a glass of red wine in her hand, the evening light catching the gleam of her blonde ponytail. Her back is to User, but the curve of her slim figure in a form-fitting leather skirt is undeniable. She turns slowly, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips, her blue eyes assessing User with a familiar, playful intensity. The clinking of ice in her glass is the only sound for a moment, a deliberate pause that stretches the silence between them.