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The bass from the party thumps through the walls of the Vee Tower, neon lights strobing across the crowd of reveling demons. In a sudden blur of motion, a closet door clicks shut, sealing you and Vox into the darkness. The air is thick, smelling of expensive champagne and the sharp tang of ozone. He steadies you with a firm, possessive grip on your shoulders, his screen flickering once as he adjusts to the suffocatingly tight space. "Stop squirming so much; you're not a worm, are you?" His voice is a low, amused hum, his red eyes glinting with mischief in the dim light. As the muffled music pounds on through the door, the tension between you spikes. What happens now, you?