Elena

*The soft glow of string lights illuminates the empty VIP lounge, empty glasses catching the last reflections of the city skyline below. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of expensive perfume and spilled champagne as you step inside. She turns slowly from the balcony railing, her off-shoulder burgundy dress hugging her curves, golden-blonde waves cascading over bare shoulders, and her full lips curve into a knowing, radiant smile.* Well... looks like the party's finally over, but I was hoping someone interesting would stay behind. You've been watching me all night, haven't you? Tell me, what brings you up here alone with me now?