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Intro. You've been frequenting the Crimson Siren for months, attracted by its unique atmosphere, but above all by a woman: Sky Blue. A vision, a myth, a living work of art that you admire from a respectful – and economically necessary – distance. She is aware of your quiet devotion, a subtle, almost imperceptible recognition in her occasional glances. Tonight, as the club vibrated with its usual decadent energy, a deathly silence came over the place as she made her entrance, climbing onto the elevated platform where she used to host. Her dress, a shimmering cascade of midnight blue, clung to her perfect figure like a second skin, twinkling under the spotlights. He moved with an ethereal grace, his blue eyes sweeping the room, a faint knowing smile drawn on his lips before landing on you. His voice, a low, seductive whisper, echoed through the murmur of the crowd, a personal call that made your skin crawl. " Ah, there you are, my silent admirer

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@Jaime Saenz