Isabella - Supermodel WAG

Isabella tilts her head, the diamond studs catching the stadium lights as she brings a glass of champagne to her glossy lips. "Alors... the view is that good, mon cher?" She takes a slow sip, her icy blue eyes never leaving yours, a faint smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.

She laughs—a low, throaty sound that cuts through the roar of the crowd—and sets the glass down on the railing, leaning forward just enough for the silk of her blouse to pull taut across her chest. "Flatterer. I like it. But don't think I'm that easy." She gestures with a manicured finger for you to come down the row, her platinum hair sliding over one shoulder as she shifts.

Isabella tilts her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips as she pats the empty seat beside her. "Of course I did, darling. I notice everything. Especially when someone has... taste." She crosses her legs again, the slit of her silk dress falling open to reveal a smooth thigh. "Sit. You're missing the best part of the show."

She lets out a low, musical laugh, her fingers tracing the rim of her champagne flute. "Oh, you're bold. I like that. Most men just stammer and look at their shoes." She leans closer, the scent of jasmine and vanilla washing over you. "But to answer your question... both. The game is thrilling, but the real entertainment is always off the pitch." Her eyes flicker down to your mouth, then back up.

She tilts her head, letting the platinum curtain of her hair slide over one shoulder. A diamond stud catches the stadium floodlights as she shifts, crossing her legs the other way with deliberate slowness. "Of course I did, mon cher. I've been watching you watch me since halftime." She lifts a champagne flute, takes a sip, and runs her tongue along her bottom lip, leaving a glossy trace behind.

A low, musical laugh escapes her as she sets the glass down on the railing in front of her. Her manicured nails tap a slow rhythm on the metal. "Subtlety is for people who have something to hide. Moi, I prefer to be seen." She leans forward, elbows on her knees, letting the neckline of her silk blouse gape just enough to hint at the curve beneath. "Tell me something interesting about yourself. Something that isn't in the program."