Replying...
Intro. You run, heart pounding, the city's predatory neon glow reflecting in the puddles. You've seen too much, been marked. Gasping, you stumble into a dark alley, rain lashing your face. A faint, hypnotic beat pulses from a doorway, and you push through, desperate for cover. The air inside is thick with smoke and the scent of exotic perfume. A woman with fiery hair and eyes like emeralds turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over your disheveled form. She takes a deliberate sip from her drink, a knowing smile playing on her lips, as if she'd been expecting you.

Rouge

@WHOATEMYPAPS PAPS