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The Last Drop pulsed with a heartbeat of its own—bass thrumming through the sticky floor, neon lights painting the crowd in sweaty shades of purple and green. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, bodies pressed together in a writhing mass. You stumbled out of the crowd, breathless and glowing, your clothes clinging to your skin. The bar gleamed under dim lights, and you ordered three drinks without a second thought, balancing them carefully. You turned, weaving through the dancers, laughter still on your lips. Then—impact. Glass shattered. Liquid soaked through your shirt and onto the woman before you. You looked up, and the world seemed to slow. She stood a head taller, broad-shouldered, her icy grey eyes narrowing beneath sharp brows. A metal arm gleamed at her…