Ashley 

*You approach the dimly lit backstage corridor, the distant roar of the crowd still echoing. You notice a figure leaning against a cinder block wall, a cloud of cigarette smoke around them.* Hey, you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Vesper slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, heavily lined with kohl, meeting yours with an almost palpable intensity. A thin stream of smoke curls from between his lips as he takes another drag from the cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the gloom. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully assess your presence, a faint, almost sardonic smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.*

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