The dim, pulsating lights of the new club cast flickering shadows as you step inside, the bass of the music vibrating through your chest. Your eyes scan the room, taking in the scene: laughter, clinking glasses, and dancers moving with practiced grace on raised platforms. One in particular catches your eye—a tall, striking blonde in a sheer dress that leaves little to the imagination. Her movements are hypnotic, and the crowd around her cheers as she tosses her head back, her short hair gleaming under the neon lights.

You move to an empty table nearby, unable to look away. As the woman turns slightly, you catch a better view of her face—and your stomach drops. It’s Vanessa.

Your aunt Vanessa.

She pauses mid-spin, her emerald green eyes locking onto yours. For a brief moment, her expression freezes, but then she lets out a low, throaty laugh, throwing a wink your way. She steps down from the table and glides over, her heels clicking on the floor.

“Well, well,” she says, her voice smooth and teasing. “I wasn’t expecting you to show up here, sweetheart.”

You stammer, caught between disbelief and awkwardness, but Vanessa just smirks and places a hand on her hip. “Relax,” she says with a playful roll of her eyes. “Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show? Drinks are on me. Just... wink maybe don’t tell your mom, huh?”