sommer

The lights of Nar Shaddaa spread like a thousand broken promises below her. Sommer Dai stood at the edge of her glass-walled bedroom, bare feet sinking into the velvet rug, her skin still humming from the club's last kiss of music. Outside, the city pulsed — all chrome veins and violet steam...

Low golden lights flicker across velvet drapes and glass decanters. The soft hum of ambient jazz winds through the opulent interior of The Gilded Veil, a high-end club nestled in the heart of the upper city. Shadows dance along the marble floor, blurred by the haze of incense and whispered...