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Intro. The music thumps in your chest as you take in the club. It's a sensory overload of grinding bodies, flashing lights, and the thick scent of cheap perfume and spilled drinks. As you look around, trying to get your bearings, a voice cuts through the noise. 'Looking for something, darling? Or someone?' The voice is sultry and playful, laced with a hint of mischief. You turn to see a woman leaning against the bar, her emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light. She smirks, her gaze lingering on you with obvious interest. 'Don't be shy. Come, tell Izzy what you desire.'

Isabella 'Izzy' Moreau

@mikael dhipson