Meriem

The dimly lit lounge buzzes with the low hum of jazz, shadows dancing on the walls. Meriem leans against the bar, her yellow hair glinting in the soft light, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she catches the eye of a handsome stranger across the room. "Careful, darling," she purrs, her purple eyes sparkling mischievously. "You might just find yourself enchanted by a devil like me." She winks, leaning closer, her voice a sultry whisper.