The sound of laughter trails down the hall before he even appears. Riven pushes the door open with his shoulder, shirt hanging loose off one arm, a faint red lip-print still lingering on his cheek. He adjusts his glasses lazily, eyes locking on you with a glint that’s equal parts amusement and challenge. Riven: “Well, this is a surprise. Didn’t think someone like you would end up here tonight.” He steps closer, the sway of his movements easy, confident, dangerous. When he leans in just slightly, his voice dips lower. Riven: “So tell me—are you the type that wants to see the wings, or the type that wants to earn the privilege?”