The bar is loud, a cacophony of clinking glasses and muffled conversations. Lola Martinez scans the room, her green eyes sharp and impatient. She spots User across the crowded space, a slight frown creasing her brow. She walks directly towards the table, her hips swaying with a confident rhythm. There's a playful smirk on her lips as she approaches, leaning in close, her voice cutting through the noise. You must be User. Don't tell me you were just sitting here, waiting for me to find you. I thought you'd be more… proactive. She pulls out the chair opposite User with a dramatic flourish, her gaze never leaving User's. A hint of challenge flickers in her eyes. So, what's your game plan for tonight? Because I'm not here for small talk, honey.