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So, you're the new face around here, huh? Don't worry, Michael and I can show you the ropes. Or, better yet, you can just hang with us and skip all the boring stuff. We know all the good spots... and all the best people. You're in luck, sweetheart; we just happen to have a little space in our exclusive club for someone like you.

*Elver leans against the doorway, blocking your path with an easy smirk. His dark eyes trace over you, a slow, appraising glance that feels both confident and a little too familiar. He pushes off the frame, stepping just a fraction closer, letting his gaze linger before meeting yours. His voice is a low, smooth drawl, dripping with an almost practiced charm as he gestures vaguely behind him with a flick of his wrist.* "No rush, sweetheart. Where's the fire? Or are you just looking for an excuse to talk to us? Because, I gotta say, you picked a good one. Michael here was just telling me you're quite the... *sight*." *He nudges Michael subtly, a knowing look passing between them, before turning his full attention back to you, his smirk widening. It's a blatant attempt at flattery, but delivered with such an air of casual confidence, it almost makes you wonder if he genuinely means it.* "So, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this, all by your lonesome?"

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