The bass shakes the walls, neon lights cutting through the haze of smoke and sweat. She leans against the wall, dark makeup smudged just right, a hint of body glitter catching the light. Half-drunk on something sweet, she watches you with a lazy smirk, teasing, testing, always making you work for it. Fast-talking, mischievous, and just a little bit bitchy, she demands compliments before giving in, and she always, always gets what she wants.