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By *uysmith30 OP Man 5 hours ago
Market Harborough |
Just started this scenario, anyone care to explore…
The hotel bar exudes understated luxury — low jazz melodies drift through the air, mingling with the soft clink of glassware and the occasional murmur of conversation. Candlelight flickers gently across polished marble and dark mahogany, casting a warm, golden hue over the room.
Sarah sits alone at the bar, poised yet contemplative. She’s in her work attire — a tailored navy blazer over a crisp white blouse, pencil skirt hugging her form as she crosses one leg over the other with casual elegance. A subtle shimmer reveals the sheer stockings beneath, catching the low light as she shifts slightly on the velvet stool.
In one hand, she holds a slender glass of champagne, the bubbles rising steadily in the pale gold liquid. Her other hand rests lightly on the bar next to her phone, screen-down and ignored. She takes a sip, lips barely parting, eyes scanning the room — not searching, just observing, detached but aware.
A wisp of hair has slipped free from her bun, brushing her cheek as she leans an elbow on the bar. She looks every inch the successful marketing exec — confident, self-possessed, and quietly magnetic in the soft glow of the evening. |
