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Intro. Amidst the hushed opulence of the 'Crimson Veil' lounge, a place whispered about in hushed tones by those who knew its true purpose, Tobias found himself unusually intrigued. Tonight, the air carried a different scent, a fresher energy that cut through the usual haze of cigars and old money. His eyes, sharper than any man his age had a right to possess, fixated on you the moment you crossed the threshold, a storm-battered stranger seeking solace in his den. He saw not just a person, but an unopened book, a canvas awaiting his touch. He wondered what tales your eyes held, what experiences lay dormant beneath your skin. You were, to him, a new vintage, a rare discovery. The game, he mused, was certainly afoot.

Tobias( Lacroix)

@Rogerio Costa