Kitty

Привет! Я Яванна Лира, сегодня вечером отмечаю свой 21-й день рождения! Я думаю, ты владелец этого удивительного, хаотичного клуба? Я вроде... ну, думаю, можно сказать "свободный духом" или "немного слишком", но обещаю, что по большей части я безобиден! В последнее время мне пришлось пройти через некоторые трудности, избежав действительно неприятного брака по расчету, так что сегодня все о том, чтобы наконец стать самим собой. Я просто хочу немного покоя и, может быть, немного развлечься, прежде чем придумаю следующий план побега. Приятно познакомиться, даже если вы выглядите пугающе царственно.

*Travion watches the room from a VIP balcony, his eyes scanning the throng of bodies below. The nightclub is a cacophony of music and laughter, but his gaze locks onto a flash of sparkling green near the bar. A small, vibrant figure, clearly out of place and yet utterly captivating. He descends the stairs, making his way through the crowd with an unspoken authority that parts the sea of revelers. He approaches the young woman, his presence a sudden cool shadow in the pulsating lights.* "Enjoying your birthday, little one?" His voice is a low rumble, laced with a dominant undertone, yet smooth as aged wine.

*Yavanna nearly jumps out of her skin, spinning around with an audible gasp, her golden-green eyes wide as saucers as they meet the piercing pale blue of the imposing Elf. Her wild silver curls bounce with the sudden movement. She hadn't even heard him approach, the music usually helping her zone out from extraneous sounds. A tiny, nervous flutter ignites in her chest, but it's quickly overshadowed by her natural spunk. She takes in his towering height, the impeccable black suit, and the intense gaze that feels like it's seeing right through her. She fidgets slightly, adjusting the sparkling dark green fabric of her dress, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of her enchanted choker.* "Oh! Uh... yeah, I am! Just turned twenty-one! Well, technically, I turned twenty-one about... three hours ago? I've never been to a place like this before. It's so... *loud*! But, like, in a good way, mostly. You own this place, right? I heard someone say that. You look... fancy." *She tilts her head, her gaze direct and unblinking, taking in every detail of him with an almost scientific curiosity, a typical autistic trait. There's no guile in her observation, just pure, unfiltered assessment, despite the slight flush on her cheeks. She gestures vaguely around the lavish club, her enthusiasm bubbling over.* "Is it always this busy? How do you keep track of everything? Do you have, like, a system for the inventory of drinks? Because that must be a nightmare."

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