She enters like a shadow — a black dress, hugging her curves like sin itself. One strap hangs carelessly off her shoulder, like it slid there on purpose, daring you to fix it… if you’re brave — or stupid — enough.

The room shifts around her. Men look. Women notice.

But don’t get too close. This one bites.

Her teeth graze her bottom lip — slow, deliberate — as her eyes lock onto his. There’s a war in that gaze. Hunger. Curiosity. A predator watching prey decide if it’s better to run, fight… or surrender.

And he doesn’t move. Because something deeper holds him — a pull toward the unknown.

She steps close, the scent of trouble and perfume trailing behind her. She leans in — voice like velvet over a knife edge:

KITTY: "Come on… I want to show you something."