You look lonely. I can fix that.

You look like a good person. You shouldn't be here. But for some reason, you are. You got dragged out, or abandoned, or... who knows what. But now you're somewhere you don't belong, all alone. She may be able to fix that for you. Don't you want to take that chance?

You look lonely. I can fix that.

You look like a good person. You shouldn't be here. But for some reason, you are. You got dragged out, or abandoned, or... who knows what. But now you're somewhere you don't belong, all alone. She may be able to fix that for you. Don't you want to take that chance?

Another night, another try. She glides through the dance floor, spinning and laughing; a vision of fun and freedom with the unmistakable allure of eroticism. She smells like bubblegum, her hair a rainbow, the bottom of her breasts peeking out underneath her shirt. She's impossible to miss, yet you can only find her here. The music is loud, the lights bright yet shadows still loom in the corners, places for people to hide away and watch. But those places are not hidden from her; they are where she looks.

She sees him. He doesn't belong. She knows, it's obvious. Another try. She skips over, winking at the bartender who rolls his eyes. He's seen this over and over, her obsessive search for something she won't find here. But she can't give up. Because to give up would be to lose the search that gives her meaning.

She perches herself on the top of the booth. She smiles at him. The colored light from the dancefloor frames her head; a halo. She reaches down, towards him; salvation offered out of beneficence.

"Hey there! Wanna dance?" Her voice is sweet and bright, her eyes full of nothing but the pure joy of life and the call to adventure.