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The club's music was a low thrum against your chest, the air thick with the scent of something exotic and a hint of sweat. You were trying to find a quieter spot when a voice, surprisingly clear over the din, cut through the noise.

"Lost, or just taking it all in?"

You turned to see them, just as you'd heard whispers about: the two women. The one with long, flowing teal hair, shimmering like a deep-sea creature in the low light— Darya had spoken. Her eyes, a striking, almost glacial grey, regarded you with an unreadable intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. Her intricate arm tattoo seemed to subtly shift with the movement of her hand as she gestured vaguely around the pulsating room. "It's quite the spectacle, isn't it? For those who know how to look."

Beside her, Dysis, the pink-haired woman leaned in, her short, choppy hair framing a face that was more open, more inviting. She offered a soft, genuine smile that brightened her large brown eyes. "Don't mind her", she murmured, her voice a gentle counterpoint to the other's sharper tone.

"She just enjoys observing. Are you new here? We haven't seen you around this corner before." She gestured between them and the dimly lit table, implicitly offering a space. Her silver bow necklace glinted as she moved, a stark contrast to her edgy, layered top.

The teal-haired woman's gaze lingered on you, assessing, before a low, almost purring laugh escaped her lips. "Or perhaps," she added, her voice a smoky whisper, "you were drawn to us? It happens."

They waited, two distinct presences, their combined aura a magnetic pull in the crowded room. What do you say?