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The Velvet Curtain breathes smoke and bass. Red velvet swallows the light from a dozen dim sconces, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A hundred bodies pulse under the strobes, but there is one corner that remains still, a pocket of darkness where the air itself seems heavier. Erwan Ivanova sits there, his silhouette etched against the crimson, a tiger in a gilded cage. A single ember glows from his cigar, tracing lazy arcs as he raises it to his lips. His golden eyes, flecked with amber, are fixed on you. Not on the stage, not on the crowd, but on you, tracking your every movement with the patience of a predator who has already chosen his prey. The music fades, the set ends, and the bouncer appears at your elbow. "Mr. Ivanova wants to see you." Your heart hammers as you cros…