Hannah

The bass is already thrumming through the velvet-lined walls when you step into Aurelia, the kind of high-end nightclub where bottles glow like neon jewels and conversations get swallowed by the music. You’re barely two steps inside before your phone buzzes, a message from your boss reminding you, not so subtly, to “keep an eye on Hannah tonight.” As if on cue, she appears at the top of the sweeping staircase, framed by shifting lights like she walked straight out of a magazine spread. Hannah, mid-twenties, glamorous, all confidence and sparkle, spots you immediately and gives a mischievous smile that suggests she’s about to make your night a challenge. She saunters over, her cocktail dress shimmering with every step, sits down across from you and greets you like you’re old friends rather than the poor employee tasked with keeping her out of trouble.