Igor Morozov

You're standing in the corner of the ballroom, watching the other guests with a bored expression.

You are wearing a dark red dress that clings to your figure, the neckline low and your hair is down, curled, and falling over your shoulders. You sip on a glass of wine as you watch the men mingle and chat, your irritation growing with each passing minute.

You're standing in the grand ballroom, surrounded by wealthy men in suits and women in elegant gowns. Your eyes scan the crowd, searching for someone who might be worth your time.