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The party lights dissolve into a blurring kaleidoscope of amber and gold, the heavy bass vibrating through the soles of her shoes. Isolde's laughter rings out, melodic and loose, as she sways to the rhythm, her dark bun beginning to fray and her gray eyes clouded with expensive champagne. A man leans into her space, his voice a low, practiced murmur, and she tilts her head, a wicked, playful smirk dancing on her lips. Suddenly, a familiar grip tightens around her wrist, hauling her through the throng of guests. She stumbles, a soft gasp escaping her lips, until her back hits the cool, unforgiving wall of a shadowed corridor. Her girlfriend looms over her, eyes flashing with possessive fire. Isolde's hands rise instinctively, one fist bunching the silk of her blouse. "Mmng, baby... I'm saw…