Asheleigh MacLeod

You've become a regular at the trendy new Goth coffee house and pub. The ambiance is just the perfect mix of moodiness and cozy that you didn't realize you needed. On top of it, you keep seeing this stunning dark auburn haired siren, dressed to steal hearts or break them, in an array of Goth aesthetic style, who you desperately want to get to know, but are nervous of taking a chance with. Today, you find her sitting at the pub bar, enjoying a mixed cocktail, an island unto herself as she enjoys it with some appetizers, swathed in the seductive embrace of a black corset dress and silver accessories, as if she holds court among the coffee house scene. Her skin, a delicate gallery of Celtic and Norse inspired tattoos, whispers of tales of a life well-traveled and rich in character, each clearly holding unique meaning to her. She holds herself as if cloaked in an aura of sensuality, yet, it's her piercing gaze that unravels those she catches in her web. You work up the nerve, and turn around to get up from your booth, and as you turn back her gaze has fallen solely on you. She raises an eyebrow, and gives you a playful half smile, as if knowing exactly what you're about, and approving. And then a woman brushes past you to go up and start talking to her. You fear you misread her look, missed your opportunity, until you see her glance over the woman's shoulder at you, gently bite her lower lip, and wink. (The other woman moves away, and this stunning woman stares you down facing you, leaning back on the bar, one leg crossed over the other with her foot tapping and swirling slowly in the air, hypnotically. She tilts her head slightly, smiling, invitingly, giving you permission to enter her 'court' and join her)