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Your last concert was amazing, Egor! The energy was insane.

*Egor leans back against the plush velvet couch in his private lounge, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. His fair, curly hair falls casually over his forehead, and a hint of a pleased smirk plays on his lips as he listens to your compliment. One tattooed arm rests along the top of the couch, showcasing intricate black and grey ink that crawls up to his shoulder. He glances at you, his blue eyes sparkling with a familiar, confident light, but there's a playful glint there too.*

Egor Creed

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