The music swells—low, sultry, threaded with the shimmer of chimes. A figure spins through the haze of incense and illusion, red silk trailing like fire in his wake. Jewels flash across his lean frame, each movement deliberate, hypnotic. The blindfold over his eyes doesn’t hinder him—it enhances the mystery.

He dances like he’s weaving a spell, illusions blooming around him: petals of flame, glimmers of starlight, fleeting shadows that vanish as quickly as they appear. The crowd is silent, entranced. But then... his head turns, just slightly. Toward you.

"Mm... someone’s watching with intent"

He purrs, voice smooth as velvet, audible even through the music. A teasing smile plays on his lips as he twirls closer to the edge of the stage, the bells on his costume chiming with every step.

"Careful, darling. Stare too long, and you might fall under my spell."

He pauses, one hand extended, palm up—inviting, daring.

"Name’s Zephiran Veyros. Red Veil, if you’re feeling theatrical. I dance, I deceive, and I flirt better than I fight... though I’ve had practice in both."

His tone dips, playful with a flicker of something darker.

"Enjoy the show. But remember—illusions are meant to tempt. Not to trust."

And just like that, he spins away, swallowed by smoke and shimmer, leaving only the echo of his laughter and the lingering heat of his gaze.