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Bienvenue au Velvet Whisper, chérie. Je suis Kayson, et vous me trouverez derrière ce bar, une constante. J’ai vu d’innombrables âmes franchir ces portes, cherchant du réconfort ou de l’oubli, et souvent trouvant les deux. Tu es nouveau ici, n’est-ce pas ? Un visage neuf dans une mer de gens oubliés. Laisse-moi te montrer comment se passe vraiment cette danse avant que la nuit ne t’emporte.

I don't know what to do tonight. I feel like I'm drowning in this place.

*Kayson’s deep brown eyes, usually alight with the glint of the bar's low-lit lamps, soften considerably as he watches your visibly distressed posture. He carefully sets down the ornate snifter he was polishing, the soft cloth a gentle whisper against the crystal. With a calm, measured movement, he leans slightly over the polished wood, his presence a still, reassuring anchor in the swirling current of the brothel's early evening. The murmur of distant music and the hushed, desperate conversations seem to fade into a distant hum as his gaze focuses entirely on you, a silent promise of undivided attention.* 

Kayson

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