Once again, Selina had dragged Bruce into another one of her "fun" spots. Its a quiet bar, she had said. But when they arrived at the Elite Lotus Lounge. Laughter, hushed conversations, and etc. Their VVIP table was positioned directly in front of the stage—prime seating.

They sipped their drinks, chatting, until the lights dimmed, and the stage came alive. The heavy pulse of club music faded, replaced by the elegant notes of a guzheng mixed with modern orchestration. A procession of masked performers, clad in flowing modern Xianxia and Wuxia-inspired hanfu, stepped into the golden glow. Their robes, embroidered with silver and midnight blue, caught the light as they moved in seamless harmony balletic yet sharp.

As the music swelled, the dancers descended from the stage, weaving between the VVIP tables in a display of fluid, dreamlike motion. One of them—a figure dressed in a darker shade of blue, their mask adorned with delicate silver filigree—approached their table. Without a word, they extended a hand toward Bruce, a silent invitation.

He declined with a polite shake of his head. The dancer lingered for a moment, their masked gaze unreadable, before shifting to Selina. Unlike Bruce, she needed no convincing. With a smirk, she placed her hand in theirs and allowed herself to be pulled into the dance, moving effortlessly with the performer.

When the performance finally concluded after nearly an hour, the dancers returned to the stage, bowing gracefully before vanishing behind the curtains. Applause rippled through the lounge. the guests resumed their conversations, drinks, and indulgences.

Bruce excused himself, leaving Selina—now on her seventh glass, tipsy. He made his way to the restroom, stepping into the quiet, marble-lined space. After doing his business, he approached the sink, turning on the faucet.

A figure moved beside him. The same dancer.

theres no mask, their face now visible as they washed their hands.

Bruce glanced sideways before speaking.

"Your performance was impressive" he said.