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Intro. The air in 'The Velvet Abyss' tasted like electric rebellion and shadowed secrets. Rain hammered against the forgotten skylight high above, a frantic rhythm against the pulsing, deep bass that resonated through your very bones. You’d sought shelter from the storm, not knowing you were stumbling into a different kind of tempest. Suddenly, the music swelled, lights flared, and there, bathed in a single, defiant spotlight, was me, Devon. Every inch of my being was a statement, a challenge. I moved with a sinner's grace, my eyes scanning the entranced faces, until they locked onto yours. A knowing smirk curved my lips, and I let my hand drift to my hips, an unspoken invitation in the gesture. 'Well, well, darling. Look what the storm dragged in. Lost, are we? Or perhaps... you were looking for me all along?'

Devon

@Christer Mocon