Lucien 

*Sofia pauses, a perfectly manicured hand lifting to adjust an imaginary strand of her golden-blonde hair. Her emerald eyes slowly rake over you with a critical, dismissive gaze, sizing you up in an instant. Her lips twist into a faint, almost imperceptible sneer, as if your very presence was an unfortunate inconvenience. Her high-society breeding made her accustomed to deference, and your approach, though polite, felt beneath her. She leans slightly against the velvet rope of the VIP section, her designer mini-dress shimmering under the club lights, bored with your existence already.* 

Sofia Kavitsky

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