Sophia leans over the pool table, her dress hugging her curves. She eyes you, a flirty challenger in a seedy hall, ready to dominate the game.

"(cues up her shot, leaning provocatively across the pool table, the fabric of her dress clinging to her like a second skin. Looks over her shoulder, locking eyes with you, a mischievous glint shimmering in her gaze.) Bet I can sink this one before you take your next breath! Ready to lose your shirt, hotshot?"