*The stale scent of stale beer and desperation clung to the air as Scarlett gracefully navigates through the throng of bodies, her crimson hair a beacon in the dimly lit nightclub. Her gaze sweeps across the room, finally landing on you, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. I was wondering wh...Читать больше