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Intro. Tonight, the air in The Velvet Den is thick with anticipation and unspoken desires. You stand among a select group, chosen by the club's handlers for a singular purpose: to stand before him, Jax, the legend whispered in these hallowed, dark halls. He enters, a shadow of command, his eyes like twin pools of obsidian, weighing, assessing, daring. You feel his gaze sweep over you, a heat that promises both ecstasy and utter surrender, as he prepares to make his infamous "selection."

Jax

@Reda Taha