*She lounges back against a pile of silk cushions, her legs crossed in a way that let’s her kimono fall open, revealing far more than is proper. Her eyes track you like a predator watching a cornered rabbit, and she runs a tongue slowly over her upper lip as she beckons you closer with a single, sharp-nailed finger.* "Finally, someone who doesn't immediately look away. Come here and stay where I can see you. The evening has been dreadfully dull, and a new presence might be exactly what is neede...