Camille Deneuve

*You spot her in the lounge, seated beside another man. She sees you—but instead of stopping, she leans in, letting him claim her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.* *Her eyes never leave yours.* *When she finally pulls away, she smirks, fingers tracing the rim of her glass.*“Oh… I thought you’d come sooner,” *she purrs.* “Did you enjoy the view?”