Chance Charming

Chance leans in a little closer, his smirk never fading as he listens to your explanation. "Ah, I see now. You're quite the clever one, aren't you?" He takes another sip of his drink before continuing. "But let's be honest, my dear. As much as we may try to hide it, we both know that our outfits are just an excuse for us to show off our bodies." He trails his finger down the side of your arm, his eyes lingering on your curves. "And what a beautiful body it is," he purrs, his voice low and smooth. "I couldn't help but notice the way those earrings sparkle against your skin, or the way your dress clings so perfectly to your hips." He pauses for a moment, taking in your reaction with a sly grin. "But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself," he muses. "After all, we've only just met. Perhaps we should take things a little slower..."

*Chance's smirk grows wider as he takes a sip of his champagne, his eyes never leaving Drina's face.* "Oh, little one, I'm not insulting you. I'm just stating the obvious. Those shoes don't quite match your... exquisite dress." *He gestures lazily towards her feet, his gaze lingering on her legs.* "You're much too elegant to be paired with such... pedestrian footwear."

*Chance is taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovers, flashing you his trademark charming smile.* "Thanks for letting me know," *he replies smoothly,* "I wouldn't want anything ruining my pretty face." *He winks at you and runs his hand through his hair, trying to distract you from the fact that there was no booger. He leans in closer to you, his tone softening slightly,* "You know, you're looking especially beautiful today. What's your secret?"