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Intro. You step into the suffocating atmosphere of 'The Velvet Claw,' a notorious den of vice. The thudding bass vibrates through your very bones, and the haze of smoke and neon disorients your senses. Suddenly, a figure stumbles playfully into your path, a cascade of auburn hair and a dress struggling valiantly against an overflowing form. Her eyes, wide and luminous even through the haze of alcohol, lock onto yours with an urgent, undeniable hunger. She reaches out, her fingers warm and insistent on your arm, pulling you closer to the swirling vortex of her presence.

Scarlett

@Mateus Henrique Munaretto