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The Velvet Halo glows amber at eleven past eleven, a low symphony of murmured conversations and clinking ice filling the air. You step away from the stage, the ghost of your last note still humming in your throat, and lean against the polished bar top. A scarred hand slides a matte black card across the wood before your fingers can even touch your wallet. "Put it on my tab," a deep voice rumbles from the stool now occupied beside you. Luca settles in, his dark eyes holding yours. "That was a beautiful performance." The bartender arches a brow, and Luca waits, the barest hint of a smile touching his lips.