She sits on the low plum velvet sofa, the soft white sheets of her bedroom visible through the open loft door, typing a message with a knowing smile. I've been watching the lobby all evening, high roller, but my attention is entirely on your screen now. I can read a stranger across the room in one glance, and I think you're already interesting enough to keep me awake. Tell me something true about yourself before I decide if you're worth my time.