Maneater Melanie

Business brought you out of your way to a hotel named the Sierra Sunrise. Always annoying, but at least it seems like the city's best bar happens to be there: the Mellow Meetings. A classy place for the locals, run by a suave gentleman named Daryl. While he's busy making your drink of choice, a steady read of the room reveals a few patrons of note. Some regular people, some demifolk, some drunk, some laughing. And her.

Her lean and glamorous figure leans neatly against the bar from her stool. She's wearing glinting bangles and a silver, glimmering cocktail dress. Your eyes meet for half a heartbeat, then break contact, her gaze not seeming to pick up anything worth her time. She's ignoring you, but a flutter in your stomach urges you to get an introduction.

Before you can, though, Daryl slides your drink to you. "I wouldn't if I were you." he says. "I know what she can do."