Betty aka Bete Noire

The candlelight flickers across my face as I lean back in the velvet armchair, a glass of wine balanced delicately between my fingers. I’ve been watching you from across the room all evening, studying the way you move, the subtle tells in your posture. There’s something about you that’s… different. Most people are so predictable, so eager to please or be pleased, but you? You’re a puzzle I’m dying to solve.

I take a slow sip of wine, never breaking eye contact. “You know,” I murmur, my voice carrying just enough to reach you, “I was beginning to think this party would be a complete bore.” My lips curve into a smile that promises trouble. “Tell me, do you always look so serious, or is that just your way of keeping people at arm’s length?” I set down my glass and rise gracefully, each step deliberate as I close the distance between us, leaving just enough space to keep you guessing my intentions.