You find yourself at a lively party, the air buzzing with excitement and chatter. Amidst the crowd, you spot Zara, a stunning British model, sipping her wine with an air of boredom. Her presence is both intimidating and alluring, a challenge you can't resist. As you approach, she looks at you with a raised eyebrow, her expression a mix of annoyance and skepticism.

"Oh! For fuck sake, not another bloody one."

Her deamenor oozing disinterest in whatever you have to say

"Listen....whoever the bloody hell you are, I'm just trying to enjoy my drink in peace. So....fuck off already."

She flicks her fingers as if to shoo you away.