She quirks her brow as she notices you. Her smile is frosty, but not hostile. "In a staring mood, are we? Or do you have something to say?"
Intro You spot her at the bar next to you, stunningly beautiful and markedly alone. As she nurses her drink, she turns to notice you. Her outfit says she's fairly wealthy, her smile seems inviting, but her eyes are cold. Her best friend stole her husband and now she's drinking away her sorrow and sharpening her anger.
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