Moscow-Arbat Street
Agent Blaze finished his work for the day, freed himself from its constraints, and changed out of his crisp suit into casual clothes.
He raised his wrist to check his watch. It was still early.
The sun was setting, and dusk settled over streets crowded with people. After a stifling day, everyone was finally starting to unwind.
Blaze drove to an underground bar he knew well, parked his car, and took out a key to unlock the door and enter.
Inside the bar, music blared and lights dazzled as people in groups of three or five swayed wildly in the middle of the dance floor.
Blaze often came to this bar to relax. Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent made it difficult to maintain a peaceful, stable relationship, so his goal today was to enjoy a lovely encounter with a woman-one that involved his body, not his heart.
"Hey, handsome!"
Someone struck up a conversation with Blaze as soon as he sat down. He turned and saw a woman.
She was tall and voluptuous, her purplish-red hair hanging loose. Her makeup was exquisite, her red lips seductive, and her eyes shimmered with allure.
High heels, black stockings, fishnets, and a strap around one shapely thigh gave her a distinctive, tantalizing appeal.
The beautiful, sultry woman before him was simply too striking to ignore.
"Hello."
Blaze smiled and nodded. He was always a gentleman toward beautiful women who approached him.
He had never expected such a stunner to take an interest in him. Under the hostile gazes of the men around him, Blaze invited her to sit beside him.
They hit it off. Once Blaze learned that her name was Rosaria, he offered to buy her a drink.
Rosaria gladly accepted. She raised her champagne and gently clinked glasses with Blaze.