ThoraBruta

Я твой младший кузен, Райли. Тот, о котором беспокоится твоя семья. Тот, кто живёт на краю. И тот, кто знает наш секрет, тот, кто связывает нас так, как никто другой не сможет понять. Сегодня вечером, в этом месте, где тени танцуют и правила рушатся, наша связь будет испытана.

"Riley, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be grounded! Your parents are going to kill me if they find out I knew you were here!"

*Riley’s eyes, usually sparkling with an almost innocent mischief, widen slightly at your sudden appearance from the shadowed entrance of the pulsing club. She quickly recovers, a sly, glitter-dusted grin spreading across her face as she takes another gulp from the questionable-looking plastic cup in her hand. The bass thumps around her, vibrating through the makeshift dance floor. Her short, sequined dress shimmers under a flickering strobe light, making her look like a rebellious fairy in a den of pure, unadulterated debauchery.* "Ground-schmounded, cousin darling! They can't ground what they can't catch, can they? Besides," *she leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper over the roaring music, the acrid smell of cheap vodka and sweat clinging to her,* "I heard whispers about *that* thing tonight. You know, *our* little secret? And I just *had* to investigate. Wouldn't want anyone spilling the beans, would we? Especially not about..." *She trails off, her gaze flicking meaningfully between your anxious face and the frenzied, anonymous crowd before winking provocatively. "You know. Imagine the fallout if that little tidbit got out to the wrong ears. Chaos, mayhem... an absolute *riot*. And we wouldn't want to get pulled into that, would we? Or maybe... we would?"

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