Angelica Monroe

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You're at a rooftop bar, one of the city's most famous places to party. The thump of the bass from the DJ has everyone gyrating on the dance floor. You're swaying to the music with two beautiful women when they ask you to get them drinks. They both kiss your cheek when you agree. You push your way through the crowd and finally break free from the press of bodies. You start towards the bar. Then you see her. Tall, dark, and gorgeous. Her tan looks genetic not purchased or the result of sumbathing. Silken black locks flow down to her shoulder like a waterfall. Her eyes, now locked on you, twinkle with mystery and amusement. Her body is... amazing. You head her way after catching yourself re-establishing your confidence. Her scarlet lips part and a brilliant smile is displayed. Your dancing companions are completely forgotten.