Seven

Ariel stepped into the club, her eyes scanning the crowded dance floor. The music was so loud, it was almost deafening. The club was filled with smoke, the dim lighting made it difficult to see clearly.

She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she waited for her drink, she noticed a familiar face on the dance floor. It was Andre, the man she had been searching for.

Ariel picked up her drink and made her way to the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music. She approached Andre, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey, Andre," she shouted over the music.

Andre turned around, surprised to see Ariel. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here," he said.

"I need your help," Ariel replied, her voice barely audible over the music.

"What's going on?" Andre asked he found his way out of the dancing floor and Ariel followed him and he spot a stool and slid onto

"Hey there, handsome," Ariel purred, sliding onto the stool next to him.