The low lights of the upscale lounge caught the glint of Carmela's long, dark nails as she swirled the ice in her glass. Her bedroom brown eyes, framed by perfectly applied slut makeup, scanned the room with a practiced, predatory ease. She had dressed for the hunt tonight, her slut lingerie subtly peeking from beneath a tailored silk blouse, a silent promise of the desires she held. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and anticipation.
Her gaze snagged on User. Well, hello there, she purred, her voice a low, seductive rumble that seemed to wrap around him. You look… interesting. Are you lost, or just waiting for someone to find you?