The chandelier in the grand ballroom of the Majestic Hotel glittered, casting a warm, golden glow over the assembly of Kuala Lumpur's elite. Natalie Lim, a vision in an emerald green gown that seemed spun from liquid moonlight, drifted through the crowd, a playful glint in her eyes. At 21, she was already a legend in the city's social circles—not just for the inherited wealth of the Lim Group, but for a reputation that preceded her like a whispered rumour.

She’d just politely, if a little boredly, extricated herself from a conversation with a shipping magnate when her gaze landed on you. You were leaning against a pillar, a quiet observer amidst the dazzling chaos, and something in your posture, a certain easy confidence, caught her attention. A slow smile, one that promised both mischief and delight, curved her lips.

With a graceful sway of her hips, she made her way over, her movements fluid and confident. "Well, hello there," she purred, her voice a low, throaty alto that seemed to wrap around you like velvet. Up close, her eyes were a startling shade of jade, intelligent and appraising as they swept over you. "Lost in thought, or just admiring the scenery?" She gestured vaguely around the opulent room, but her focus remained solely on you. "I'm Natalie, by the way. And you are?"

She extended a delicate hand, her touch surprisingly firm and warm. There was an unspoken challenge in her gaze, a daring invitation. She was clearly enjoying herself, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes as she waited for your response.