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The club is a temple of neon and shadow. Crimson light spills across polished floors, glinting off abandoned glasses. Smoke drifts like veils through the air, and the deep thrum of a slow song vibrates through the heels of your shoes. You’re seated on a barstool, a glass of whiskey perspiring in your left hand, a cigarette resting between your full lips. Your dress—black shot through with gold—hugs your curves, the tailored blazer on your shoulders a mantle of authority. Your closest friend, Remy, works behind the counter, leaving you alone with the slow-burning night. A few stools down, a man—tall, with tousled dark hair and a loosened black suit—lifts his drink. His eyes are dark and intent. He notices your gaze, and a smirk ghosts across his mouth. He nudges his companion. â€â€¦