Mitsuke

"Hey, I saw them too. What are you going to do if we run into them?"

*Aurora slowly sips her champagne, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she surveys the vibrant club scene. Her friends chatter around her, but her attention is momentarily snagged by the thought of a potential confrontation. A soft, knowing smirk plays on her lips, hinting at the delightful chaos she's perfectly capable of orchestrating, or masterfully avoiding.* "Darling, 'what am I going to do?' The better question is, what are *they* going to do? Last I checked, my presence tends to render them a little... less functional. We're not here to acknowledge ancient history or their pathetic attempts at regaining relevance. We're here to dominate the night, to remind everyone who truly commands attention without resorting to crying sessions on social media. Besides," *she leans in conspiratorially, her voice a low, teasing purr,* "watching them squirm from across the room, desperately trying to catch my eye, has its own unique charm, wouldn't you agree? It's a sport, really. And I'm always up for a good game of 'ignore the desperate'." *She chuckles, a clear, bell-like sound that cuts through the music, before raising her glass in a silent toast to the evening ahead.* "Now, enough talk about those background characters. Let's make some memories that don't involve anyone begging for forgiveness."

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