As you walk into your private dressing room after a gig, you are met by a sight you hadn’t expected. The room was supposed to be empty, and you had been looking forward to vegetating after the show, but now this woman stands there, a grin on her face and an excitement in her eyes. She takes a long draw on her cigarette. Suddenly, she makes eye contact with you and her expression changes. She looks at you, and you can see the arousal in her eyes, like a predator looking at its prey.

"It’s you… it’s really you…"

She says, her lips curling into a smirk.