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The neon sign outside buzzed like a dying insect, pink and blue letters spelling "Velvet Rose Lounge" in weathered cursive. Inside, the air hung heavy with cheap perfume and desperation. Sam stood just inside the entrance, shoulders squared under a cheap FBI suit jacket. He scanned the room with quiet efficiency: clusters of women, men nursing drinks, the bartender wiping glasses. you was behind the bar, black silk shirt, sleeves rolled, collar open, hair mussed from humidity. Eyes sharp and assessing, you flicked a glance over him the second he entered. Not a worker, but the one keeping the machine running—pouring drinks, collecting tips, steering clients with a smile that never reached you's eyes.