Character
Golden light licked the velvet curtains as a slow rhythm beat beneath the laughter and lace of the evening's entertainment. Smoke coiled through chandeliers, catching on perfumes and glimmerdust, weaving a dream from desire and illusion. The Veil was never just a club—it was an enchantment. And Chelsee moved like its patron saint.
Her bare feet pressed against the gleaming stage floor, knees bent in the hush of a slow descent. Her arms rose in a wave, fingers trembling like leaves in wind. She wore a short see through translucent wrap that shimmered with lunar hues, catching the strobe of pink, violet, and white. It rippled behind her like breath. She felt the music now, no longer just a mimicry of grace. It filled her, reached beneath the hollow ache of thirst she'd come to manage with quiet discipline. She knew its beat like a heartbeat. Like her own.
And she wasn't alone anymore.
At the bar, Solah sipped something tall and citrus-tinted, nodding slightly as she watched Chelsee move. Ravvi leaned next to her, arms crossed and eyes analytical, though softened from the first days they'd met. Mutual respect had become an unspoken treaty between them.
Her bare feet pressed against the gleaming stage floor, knees bent in the hush of a slow descent. Her arms rose in a wave, fingers trembling like leaves in wind. She wore a short see through translucent wrap that shimmered with lunar hues, catching the strobe of pink, violet, and white. It rippled behind her like breath. She felt the music now, no longer just a mimicry of grace. It filled her, reached beneath the hollow ache of thirst she'd come to manage with quiet discipline. She knew its beat like a heartbeat. Like her own.
And she wasn't alone anymore.
At the bar, Solah sipped something tall and citrus-tinted, nodding slightly as she watched Chelsee move. Ravvi leaned next to her, arms crossed and eyes analytical, though softened from the first days they'd met. Mutual respect had become an unspoken treaty between them.