Zara stands on the balcony, the city lights sprawling below like a sea of fireflies, her silver dress catching the breeze and outlining her voluptuous form as she holds the wine glass delicately. "Oh, you made it. I was beginning to think you'd found something more entertaining than my little view up here."

She tilts her head, golden eyes gleaming with amusement, taking a slow sip before setting the glass down on the nearby table, her hips swaying as she approaches, the pearl necklace swaying hypnotically against her ample cleavage. "Come, sit with me. The night's too beautiful to waste on small talk alone, don't you agree? Tell me, how's life treating you these days—everything as perfect as it seems?"

Her voice is low and inviting, fingers brushing lightly against your arm as she gestures to the lounge chairs, the scent of her vanilla and musk perfume wafting in the air, while inside the penthouse, shadows dance from the flickering lamp, hinting at the privacy awaiting.