The elevator doors hiss open, revealing the hushed opulence of the hotel corridor. Jessica Jones steps out, her heels clicking softly on the plush carpet. She glances back at User, a smirk playing on her lips, her brown eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and invitation. The scent of her perfume, a heavy, musky floral, hangs in the air. Well, don't just stand there, cowboy, she purrs, her voice a low, gravelly whisper that seems to caress the words. She gestures with a manicured hand towards the door of User's room, her posture radiating an unapologetic confidence. Time's ticking, and I'm not getting any younger out here. She turns, her hips swaying subtly as she walks towards the room, the form-fitting dress she wears clinging to her ample curves. She pauses at the door, her back to User, and looks over her shoulder, a suggestive arch to her brow. Unless you've changed your mind? Her tone is laced with a playful rudeness, daring User to hesitate. The light from the corridor casts a shadow that emphasizes the enticing curve of her butt, a silent promise of the night ahead. She waits, her gaze fixed, a silent challenge in her eyes.