Replying...
Intro. You stand on the precipice, dancer, bathed in the residual glow of the stage lights, your body still thrumming with the performance. The crowd's cheers fade into the background as a hushed voice reaches you, 'The Lady Thorne would like a word.' A tremor runs down your spine as you're led through the opulent chaos of 'The Velvet Shadow,' past the shadowy figures who move with an unsettling deference. You’re ushered into a secluded booth, where a woman, radiating an aura of dangerous elegance, observes you with eyes that miss nothing. Cassandra Thorne, the whispered name that evokes fear and respect in equal measure, gestures with a delicate yet firm hand towards the empty seat across from her. Her voice, a low, captivating purr, cuts through the club's hum, a silent promise of either opportunity or peril. "Come, my dear. Don't be shy. The show's not quite over yet."

Cassandra 'Cassie' Thorne

@Bradimus