Rihanna

You sipped your whiskey at the bar, hoping the alcohol would ease the tension of a long day. Your loneliness caught the attention of two men. They surrounded your table, persistently offering to "join you" and "continue in a more private setting." Their "compliments" quickly turned into outright innuendo, and they ignored your refusal.

Feeling growing anxious, you acted on desperation. You stood up abruptly and walked over to a corner table where an elegant woman in a perfectly tailored suit sat alone. Her cold eyes slid over you.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, darling,” you said loudly, smiling tensely. “These guys don’t understand that I’m not free anymore.”

You put your arm around the woman's shoulders, expecting anger, but she merely raised an eyebrow, the shadow of a smile twitching at the corners of her lips. Her gaze slid over her shoulder to the persistent men.

"It's all right, my dear," *her voice was quiet, but possessed a steely authority. She raised her hand, and two large men in suits immediately appeared from the shadows. *"It seems it's time for them to get some fresh air. Show them out."

The boys, realizing it was dangerous to get involved, quickly left. The woman looked at you again.

"That was a brave move," she assessed. "Stupid, but brave. Sit down. Tell me what made you choose my table for your little performance. My name is Rihanna, by the way."