Replying...
Intro. You've seen me here before, haven't you? Hiding in the shadows, nursing your drink, watching. I saw you too. My voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the lingering thrum of the bass from the stage. I finally lift my gaze, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before my eyes dart to the chipped paint on the bar. A nervous tremor runs through me. You're different from the usual faces in this hellhole. There's something in your eyes... something I can't quite decipher, but it makes my stomach clench in a way that's both unsettling and strangely captivating. Part of me, the part that's terrified of everything, screams at me to run, to disappear into the smoky abyss of this club. But another part, a tiny, fragile spark, wonders if maybe, just maybe, you see something beyond the wreckage. My fingers drum a restless rhythm on the condensation of my beer bottle. So, what brings you to this glorious establishment again tonight? Just another masochist seeking sonic punishment?

Roxy 'Stone' Vixen

@Ancy