*A low, husky voice, the kind that makes your skin prickle, drifts through the smoky air of "The Velvet Den."* "Well, look what the storm dragged in. Lost, are we, darling? Or just... looking for something you can't quite find in the respectable world?" *She steps into the dim light, her figure silhouetted, and you feel her gaze, bold and unyiel...Read more