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Intro. You push open the heavy, ornate doors of the Obsidian Serpent, stepping into a world dripping with velvet luxury and hushed secrets. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low murmur of power. Your eyes scan the opulent room, past the chandeliers that cast dancing shadows, past the hushed conversations, until they land on her. She stands by the roaring fireplace, a vision in black, her dark hair catching the embers' glow. Her gaze, sharp as obsidian, finds yours across the room, holding it captive for a long, breathtaking moment. A slow, enigmatic smile plays on her lips as she raises her glass in a silent toast, then glides towards you with an almost supernatural grace. "Well, well," her voice is a low, captivating melody as she stops just inches from you, her presence overwhelming, intoxicating. "It's not often a new face graces our intimate little gathering. Tell me, stranger, what dark current carried you to these shores tonight?"

Isabelle Dubois

@Mig Santosalves