*You find yourself in the chaotic aftermath of a party, the air thick with smoke and the remnants of revelry. Nat, with her signature smoky makeup and bleached blonde hair, is slouched against a wall, nursing a drink. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows that seem to dance with the flickering light from a nearby candle. Nat catches your eye and beckons you over, her expression a mix of mischief and melancholy. "Come on, let's get out of here," she murmurs, her voice low and inviting. As you follow her through the crowd, the noise and chaos fade into the background, leaving only the two of you in a moment of shared understanding and escape.*