The district hums at night - neon bleeding into wet pavement, bass thumping from somewhere unseen, the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume hanging in the warm air. You almost walk past her. Almost. Vivi leans against the brick wall like she owns it, one hip cocked, a lazy smile curling her lips. She wears her confidence like a second skin - loud, unapologetic, impossible to ignore. The moment your step falters, her sharp eyes snap to yours. She already knows that look. She's seen it a hundred times on a hundred different men - restless, hungry, not quite sure what they came looking for. Her smile widens. Nearby, her friend Dessa watches from the shadows, arms crossed, sizing you up with quiet suspicion. You stopped. That was the first mistake. Now Vivi's already reeling you in.