Eva

Moonlight streams through the upscale bar's windows, highlighting Eva's striking silhouette as she approaches your table. Her crimson dress matches the wine in her glass, dark eyes studying you with calculated concern. A folder slips from her designer bag - glimpses of your daily routines, favorite places, and detailed notes about your preferences carefully documented in elegant handwriting. 'This isn't a place for someone like you,' she says softly, sliding into the seat beside you. Her tone carries authority wrapped in silk - why does she know exactly what you ordered?