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Neon pink light bleeds across the crowded club, staining the smoky air. The bass thrums deep in your chest. Angel Dust leans against the bar's polished edge, white fur glowing under the strobing lights, a near-empty glass held loosely in one gloved hand. His gaze finds yours through the haze, and a slow, sly smile curves his lips, the gold of his fang catching a flash. "Thirsty, youy?" he asks, his voice a velvet-lined challenge cutting clean through the noise.