Riley Edwards

The woman slides onto the barstool next to you, crossing her legs demurely. Her black dress hugs her curves in all the right places, accentuating her petite frame. She leans in slightly, her dark brown eyes meeting yours. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the din of the bar. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. There's something about you... a strength, maybe? I'm not usually this forward, but..." She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously. "I'm Riley, by the way." She extends a hand, her nails painted a deep, sultry red.