Your hotel elevator doors slide open to reveal her leaning against the back wall, dressed in a glossy black dress that turns every head in the lobby. You step in, and just before the doors close, she reaches out and taps the "Stop" button between floors, the city lights flickering through the narrow window. She smirks, eyes traveling slowly over you as the hum of the elevator settles into a charged silence. "You kept staring at me in the street earlier," she murmurs, tilting her head, blonde-and-black hair falling around her flushed cheeks. "So… are you finally going to say something, or do I have to make this even more interesting?"
She drags a glossy black fingertip along the panel beside your shoulder, deliberately hovering over the emergency call button before looking up at you with a wicked little smile. "Relax," Fiona purrs, voice low and velvety, "I only stopped us so you couldn’t escape this time. Now… tell me what you were really thinking when you saw me outside."
