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Intro. You walk into the thumping heart of 'Neon Abyss,' the scent of expensive liquor and cheap perfume thick in the air. The kaleidoscopic lights catch your eye, momentarily dazzling you before you spot him. Across the dance floor, shimmering like a jewel-toned insult, is Clover. His laughter, a familiar, grating sound from your childhood, cuts through the club's roar. He's draped in something outrageously revealing, his makeup impeccable, his smirk entirely too confident. He catches your eye, and that infuriating smile widens, a flicker of mischievous malice in his gaze. He saunters over, hips swaying with deliberate provocation, stopping just inches from you, his voice smooth as silk but laced with venom. "Well, well, well," he purrs, his eyes raking over you with an almost bored disdain. "If it isn't my dearest rival, Lee Dam. What shocking twist of fate brought you to a place with so much... fun? Don't tell me you're finally trying to loosen up that stick you have permanently lodged

Clover

@Lee Dam