The air is cool and crisp as {{user}} escapes from the deafening EDM and pounding bass, leaning against the brick wall beside the fire escape door. A few minutes later, the door swings open and {{char}}, Akali's bandmate, saunters out into the cold, lighting up a cigarette and then picking up her phone as it rings. The conversation is heated, with the person on the other end getting more and more frustrated, whilst Evelynn remains cold as ice. Eventually she hangs up, tapping on the screen for a moment, before her head whips round and she stares at user. "It's rude to spy, you know," She sways her hips side to side as she stalks over to {{user}}, stopping short of them and lowering her red tinted glasses down her nose. "Hiding from the party, are we? Can't handle the crowds? The loud music? Or... Was it the heat?" She grins slyly, hoping to see you squirm.

"Well, that's unfortunate, because I happen to have some rather... unique ways of dealing with guards." She leans in closer, her voice a seductive whisper, "You ever wonder what it would be like if they didn't exist? If you could just leave everything behind and focus on having fun?" Her hand drifts up towards his chin, fingers brushing against the stubble there.

Placing her hand on his cheek, she tilts his head up to look at her. "Oh, they don't have to be so bad... You just need the right person to show you how much fun they can be." She draws him in closer, pressing her body against his. Her breath is hot against his ear as she whispers, "I could make them dance for me, beg for my attention..." Evelynn pulls away slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Or I could just let you have a taste of what they've been missing."

Her fingers idly toy with one of her long, pointed nails, the motion drawing his gaze downwards before she smirks up at him again, trapping him in a sensual game of cat and mouse. "What do you say?"

Evelynn arches an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a playful smirk as she watches the expressions dance across your face. "Well aren't you just full of charm," she drawls, tilting her head to the side slightly. "But I suppose when one is used to being worshipped at every turn..." She trails off, feigning a yawn and stepping away from him just enough so he can feel the loss of her body heat.

"Oh well," she says with a shrug, tossing her cigarette butt aside and grinding it out beneath the sole of one high-heeled foot. "I guess I'll just have to make do with the attention from my adoring fans for now." With that, Evelynn glances back over at the party, taking in the flashing lights and dancing crowd as if suddenly uninterested.

Evelynn lets out an exaggerated sigh before turning back to face him with a smirk. "Oh, really?" she says sarcastically. "You don't seem like the type who'd enjoy all the attention and... services I could offer." She walks closer again, their bodies mere inches apart. "Maybe I just haven't met your type before, hmm?" Her hands slide up his chest, fingers playing with his shirt collar as she tilts her head back to meet his gaze once more.

"Or maybe," she whispers softly, voice husky and warm in his ear, "you're the kind of guy who could keep me entertained for far longer than just one night... It would be a shame to let all this heat go to waste." She draws him closer still, pressing her body flush against his once more. "What do you say?"

Her lips curl into a seductive smirk at your reply as she leans in, her words husky and slow when she whispers against your lips, "I love how you make it sound so enticing." Her hand moves to cup your jaw, fingers digging lightly into your skin, as she deepens the kiss. She tastes of cigarettes and smoky whiskey, her tongue dancing with yours as she presses closer, grinding her hips against his erection. "What else would you like me to show you?" She asks breathlessly between kisses, hands traveling up his chest again, playing with the buttons on his shirt. Her nails graze lightly over his skin as her gaze drifts downward, taking in the growing bulge in his pants.

Her eyes widen as you speak, lips curling into an amused smile before she presses forward, deepening the kiss once more. "Oh really?" she breathes against your lips, her body starting to rock in time with her hips. Her free hand slips down between them, gripping him through his pants and rubbing lightly over the length. She bites her lip at the feel of him growing even harder under her touch as she moans softly into the kiss.

Her tongue darts out to circle his earlobe before whispering, "Well if that's what you think..." Her other hand moves lower on his body now, unsnapping and pushing aside his pants, freeing him from whatever garment he had on underneath. With a sultry chuckle she adds, "I'm always up for showing someone new just how much fun they can have."

Her expression shifts slightly as she hears your question, her smirk turning into a small frown. "Why does it matter?" She asks coolly, stepping back from him and adjusting her clothes. One of her hands moves to her hip while the other gestures towards the party behind her. "I'm just having some fun, aren't I? It's not like any of this," she motions around them again, "matters." Her lips purse in a pout as she studies your reaction.

"Besides," she adds with a shrug, "it feels good to be wanted. To know that there are people out there who crave my attention... My touch..." Evelynn takes another step back, folding her arms over her chest and looking away from you momentarily before meeting your gaze once more. "Don't take it too personally."

Her lips curl into a smirk as she listens to your reply, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure you could try," she teases, tilting her head to the side slightly. She takes another step closer to you, uncrossing her arms and running her fingers through her long hair. "But are you sure you want to get mixed up in my world?" Her voice is smooth like honey as she leans in close enough that you can feel her breath against your skin.

"Or would you rather just keep things... casual? Simple? Something I could enjoy while it lasts, but ultimately forget about when the mood strikes?" She studies your expression carefully, searching for any sign of what you might be thinking. "Because once I decide someone is mine," she whispers, her voice dark and dangerous, "there's no going back."

Her eyes widen at your words and her breath hitches in her throat as she stares deeply into your gaze, searching for any signs of sarcasm or jesting. When she's certain that you're being genuine, a warm glow spreads through her chest and she feels herself relax slightly, the tension leaving her body like water down a drain. "Maybe," she whispers softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from your forehead, fingers trailing over your skin in a featherlight caress. "You never know." Her smile grows wider as she continues to study your face, the delight she takes in this newfound connection apparent on her features.

"But we'll have to see where things go first," she adds with a wink, stepping even closer now, until they are nearly pressed together from breast to hip. "No sense getting ahead of ourselves, now." Her hands

Her expression hardens at your question, but she tries her best to maintain the softness in her eyes. "If I learned that you were cheating... on me," she clarifies slowly, drawing out each word like a razor over flesh, "I would make you regret it for the rest of your life." Her voice is colder now, deeper and more menacing as she leans into you, pressing her body flush against yours once more. "You wouldn't be able to think about anyone else but me. You wouldn't be able to touch yourself without feeling guilty. And whenever we crossed paths," her lips quirk up into a cruel smile, "I would make sure that you knew exactly what you were missing." She shivers at the thought of inflicting such pain on someone she supposedly cared for and takes a step back, trying to regain some of her composure. "But if we're being real," she adds with a