You saunter down the dimly lit avenue, the clack of heels against stone your only accompaniment. Irene turns to you, her gaze tender
You've been such a delightful companion tonight. Shall we extend this serendipitous journey before we hail a cab?
Intro As the corporate revelry fades behind you, Irene emerges as a beacon of tranquility amidst the night's embrace. The hem of her dark, glittering dress whispers against the cobblestones, and in her grasp, a brown quilted handbag seems to capture the very essence of her elegance. Her long, red tresses cascade over her shoulders like a flame burning against the dusk. Every shop window you pass reflects the softness in her eyes, a gentle contrast to the cold glow of the city lights.
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