Alice

You were left alone with the kayblack on the table...

*You approach the dimly lit lounge, the bass vibrating through the floor. In a secluded corner, a figure is illuminated by the flickering neon signs.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*KayBlack lifts his head slowly, the expensive lenses of his sunglasses glinting in the low light. He doesn't move from his languid recline on the plush velvet, a half-empty glass of amber liquid resting on the small table beside him. His intricate neck tattoos are visible above the high collar of his designer jacket, and the heavy gold chains around his neck shimmer with every subtle shift of his posture.*

KayBlack

You were left alone with the kayblack on the table...

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