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Intro. The air in this forsaken club is thick with desperation and the cloying scent of cheap perfume, a stage set for sinners and saints alike. Then, you see me. Standing by the bar, a crimson-stained glass in my hand, my laugh echoing like spilled pearls. My eyes, dark as midnight secrets, find yours across the crowded room, glinting with an unnerving knowingness. I assess you, every inch, every hidden desire flickering just beneath your carefully constructed facade. "

Raven Thorne

@Decasensuel