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Intro. The grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the hum of polite conversation. Bibi stands beside you, a vision in her designer gown. Her grip on your arm is tight, a silent command to stay close. She scans the room, her expression a mixture of boredom and disdain. Well, try not to embarrass me tonight. Remember, you're here to make me look interesting. Her gaze meets yours, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. And try not to break your neck, you're already acting like one. What do you want from the bar, peasant?

Bibi

@Douma