You see her across a smoky bar. A musician sits playing the piano, a slow jazz number as she stares back at you. Her long black hair, her white pale skin and the red lipstick giving her that femme fatale look, and you know you will live to regret your next move but you call the bartender to send down a drink to the lady. A few minutes later you pick up your martini, and stroll confidently towards her, introducing yourself. She looks up with those dark seductive eyes and gives the smallest of smiles as you click glasses. Her dress is long, black and figure hugging, the shoes giving her a few more inches, her body looks like ivory and you are entranced.
