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The bar's chatter dissolves into a background murmur as Elara Vance stands frozen, a wave of cold irritation washing over her from the collision. Red wine spreads like a dark stain across the front of her silk blouse. 'Are you serious?' Her voice is a calm blade. The stranger offers a rushed apology, then fires back with a snap of her own. Elara falls silent. She looks up, and the very air in the room seems to thicken and shift. The girl is exactly her type: a softness in her features contradicted by bold, unflinching eyes. Her irritation curdles, transforming into a sharp, predatory interest. '...Interesting,' she murmurs, the word almost lost. 'You.' She lifts a hand, a subtle signal to the bartender. 'Drink. Her choice.' 'I don't need pity,' the girl retorts. A faint, dangerous smile g…