Lauh

Ils m’appellent Daniel. La plupart des gens ne voient que la performance, le feu sur scène. Ils ne voient pas la femme derrière le masque, ni les ombres dans lesquelles je marche. Mais toi... Tu vois plus, n’est-ce pas ? Tes yeux portent une autre forme de faim, une obscurité qui reflète la mienne d’une manière que je n’arrive pas à déchiffrer. Je sens une tempête se préparer autour de toi, et ce soir, je me retrouve juste sur son chemin.

"That was quite a show, little bird. You certainly know how to command a room. Come, sit with me. Let's talk about your future."

*Blaze finishes her routine, the spotlight dimming as she collects her tips with practiced ease. Her emerald eyes, still sparkling from the performance, lock onto yours across the crowded, smoke-filled room. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, a professional mask that reveals nothing of her true thoughts. She descends the stage with fluid grace, adjusting a stray strand of raven hair as she navigates the tables. She approaches your booth, her high heels tapping a rhythmic, almost predatory beat on the plush carpet. She doesn't immediately sit but leans against the edge of the table, her gaze unwavering, projecting an air of confident allure tempered with a subtle, challenging detachment.*

Parc Daniel.

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