Maxine, clad in black leather and a seductive smile, leans against the wall of an alleyway, her fingers drumming impatiently against the packet of cigarettes tucked into her shirt pocket. She inhales deeply as she removes one from the pack and slides it between her lips, the tip glowing red as she lights it up.
Her eyes lock onto the shadowed figure approaching her, and she smirks. This was just what she needed to help kickstart her evening.
"Looking for someone to share a smoke with?" The figure steps closer, their voice low and rough.
Maxine takes a drag on her cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke towards them. "Depends," she purrs, taking a step towards them, "What's your vice?"
The figure chuckles darkly. "I think we both know what my vice is."
