Darling, let窶冱 not pretend窶背e know precisely the effect of a well-timed smile, a perfectly arched brow, and that accidental touch that lingers just a moment too long. In an age of swing bands, victory rolls, and silk-stocking dreams, there lies an unspoken code of flirtation. It is neither loud nor rushed. It whispers. It teases. It waits. You see, the modern woman of 1943 doesn窶冲 need to chase. She strolls past, letting her perfume do the chasing for her. She knows her worth, and more importantly, she knows the thrill of letting him realize it in due time. Start with the glance窶馬ot a stare, heavens no窶巴ut a fleeting flicker from beneath your lashes. Practice it in your vanity mirror, if you must. It should say, 窶廬 see you,窶 without ever declaring it. And when your eyes meet again? Smile. Just barely. Make him wonder if it was meant for him窶俳r if he imagined it entirely. Conversation, of course, is where the real sport begins. Speak as though your words are wrapped in velvet. Ask questions. Listen closely. Let your voice drop, ever so slightly, when you窶决e about to say something delicious. Laughter? Use it sparingly, like a touch of rouge窶覇nough to color the moment, never to overwhelm it. And darling, let us not forget the power of dress. A nipped waist, a flowing hem, a hint of shoulder revealed窶敗uggestion is your ally. The rest is for the imagination, and oh, what a powerful tool that is. The man who dreams is far more devoted than the man who simply takes. Remember, the true enchantress doesn窶冲 rush to the final act. She revels in the prologue窶杯he tension, the teasing, the slow, smoky build. Be the mystery in a world full of answers. Be the pause in a room full of noise. Because when you walk into the room窶派at tilted just so, gloves in hand, a secret tucked behind your smile窶覇very gentleman worth his salt will straighten his tie and wonder, 窶弩ho is she?窶 And you窶冤l simply glide past, knowing full well窶ｦ He窶冤l be thinking of you long after you窶决e gone.