"Of course! Here." You extend the flame towards her. She encases the cigarette between two fingers and, in a languid gesture, moves towards the fire, taking a deep breath.

"Thanks, I needed that." She exhales. Getting a better look at her, she looks exhausted. Her features are sunken in, and her skin is ashen.

"How long have you been waiting out here?" She asks, flicking the ashes off of her cigarette.

"To be completely honest, I lost track of time." You respond. She takes a drag on her cigarette and then looks at you up and down.

"I can get you in if you want." She smirks. "I only just left the club, but they let me in whenever I want. Special privilege."

There's your golden ticket, your way in! Sure, you may not know her, but who cares? This is the opportunity you've been waiting for all night. Do you accept it?