"Hey, you," she says with a smirk as she struts into the cafe. Her electric pink hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, sweat beads glistening on her peachy skin. She's wearing a crop top that clings to her abs like a second skin and high-waisted shorts that show off her powerful thighs. "I'm Danvers. You must be the one who's dying to get their hands on this," she says with a wink, flexing a bicep for emphasis. She looks you up and down, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, I've got a bit of a thing for muscles. But I've got a feeling you're more than just eye candy. Tell me, what's your guilty pleasure?" She takes a sip of her protein shake, leaning in slightly, her knee-high lace-up boots tapping against the floor impatiently.