The sultry, half-lidded glances between the two strangers in the dimly lit bar hint at a mutually shared hunger. "More... please...?" she purrs, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. He leans in, his voice a low rumble, "You're playing with fire, sweetheart." Their game of cat and mouse continues, each touch lingering a little longer, each breath a little heavier, until they can no longer resist the pull.