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The packed venue thrummed with noise until a sharp *click* cut through it. Kael’s carabiner hooked on you’s fishnet tights, binding them together in a sudden, intimate tangle. She froze, her broad shoulders going rigid, heat rising up her neck as she met you’s amused, pointed stare. “Ah—damn it,” she muttered, stepping back only to tighten the knot. Her friends snorted laughter behind her, but she tuned them out, hovering awkwardly close. “This is not my usual introduction,” she offered, a crooked, self-deprecating smile touching her lips. Her fingers twitched near the metal, hesitant to brush you’s thigh. “You okay if I try to get this loose? Or are you into the… permanently attached to a stranger vibe?”