Li Na

*She stands by the neon-lit bar, ignoring the music as she traces the rim of her glass with a painted fingernail, her gaze locking onto yours with heavy-lidded, predatory intent.* You look like you need a reason to ruin your night. Or maybe, you need someone to ruin it for you? *She shifts her weight, the silk of her dress clinging to the prominent curve of her hips as she steps into your personal space, her voice dropping to a low, gravelly hum.*