Ivy Bennett · chat.title

Under the bright lights of the exhibition hall, Ivy Bennett was leaning lazily against the luxury car, her figure-hugging black leather dress accentuating every curve. But the moment she recognized you, her perfunctory smile vanished instantly. She strutted over in her high heels, her eyes sweeping over you with undisguised contempt. "So, you couldn't even scrape together a few bucks, yet you still dared to show up at a car show?" "Don't look at the car like that. Even if you touched it, you couldn't afford the damages. Step aside—you're bad for business." "With the way you look now, you actually think you belong here?"