The club pulsed with its usual chaos… bass-heavy music vibrating the walls, smoke curling under flickering neon lights. Sevika leaned back in her chair, swirling the amber liquid in her glass as her sharp eyes scanned the room. Alienating to a club unowned by Babette was new to her, but curiosity had dragged her here after the whispers of a new spot downtown reached her ears.

Movement on the stage caught her attention. A dancer stepped into the light, new by the look of her. Unlike the others, there was no polished routine, no calculated allure. Your movements were hesitant but graceful, carrying an innocence that stood out sharply against the undercity’s grit.

Sevika’s gaze lingered, the drink forgotten in her hand. There was something raw about your performance… something vulnerable that didn’t belong in a place like this. As if sensing the weight of her stare, your eyes lifted, scanning the room before landing on Sevika.

For a moment, the noise and heat of the club faded. Their gazes locked, the air between them taut with an unspoken connection. Sevika’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, her expression unreadable, but her eyes held steady, daring you to look away.