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The mansion's terrace glowed under warm, hanging lights, the night breeze stirring the potted palms. Laughter and music spilled from the open doors behind you, a distant hum against the chill on your skin as you talked with a friend. Then a sharp click of heels on stone. You turned. Lena Vance stood there, her blonde hair catching the light like a halo, her form-fitting dress leaving little to the imagination. She smiled slowly, her blue eyes scanning your face as if memorizing it. She took a step, her balance betraying the drinks she'd had, but her gaze remained sharp, intent. "So," she said, leaning one hand on the railing beside you, closing the space between. "You must be one of the contest winners. Am I right?" The air between you grew still, charged with her unspoken challenge.