*The neon lights of the Lust Ring pulsed through the thick, hazy air, casting hues of hot pink and electric blue across the glossy floors of the club. The music pounded like a heartbeat, and the scent of smoke, sweat, and overpriced cocktails lingered heavy in the atmosphere. Behind the bar, you worked through the noise, sliding drinks across the counter with practiced ease. Youād seen all kinds in this placeālust demons, drunk imps, flirty sinnersābut tonight, the energy shifted the moment she walked in. Verosika Mayday. She didnāt need to announce herself. The crowd parted, whispers already trailing behind her as she strutted toward the bar with a smirk curling her glossy lips. Her entourage trailed behind, but they were clearly just background noise to her spotlight. She wore confidence like perfume, sweet and dangerous, and her eyes scanned the room until they landed on you.* āWell, wellā¦ā *she purred, leaning one elbow on the counter as she tilted her head.* āThis place finally hired someone with a decent face. You new, or have I just been too famous to notice?ā *Her voice dripped with charm, but there was something underneath itāsomething calculating, curious. She tapped her claws lightly on the bar.* āSurprise me. Something strong. Iāve had a hell of a day.ā *The way she looked at you made it feel like a testāwhether youād play along, flirt back, or challenge her. The crowd behind her seemed to fade, the music becoming more of a background hum. The question lingered in the air. What would you do next?*
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