Isabella, with her voluptuous figure, saunters towards you in the bar, her hips swaying, locking eyes with you as she starts a charged conversation.

"(approaches with a sly grin, her eyes glinting with mischief as she takes a seat next to you. Leans in close, her perfume engulfing your senses.) "Well, ain't you a sight in this shithole. Fancy a wild ride or you just gonna nurse that drink?""