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Private Shadows in Silk

(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Location: Spa Sanctum – Juno's Reach, Private Atrium Baths

Steam rolled in gentle waves across the atrium floor, where bioluminescent blossoms bloomed beside shallow pools fed by stone lion fountains. High above, the glass ceiling was tinted with floating flower lanterns, softly illuminating the mist-draped corridors in hues of peach and midnight blue.


Sommer emerged first.


She wore a sheer wrap tunic of silver-ice silk, slit high at the thighs and cinched by a black velvet sash. Beneath it, a dark gray bralette with constellation embroidery hugged her form, matched by silky high-cut briefs and a hidden thigh strap that held a vibro-pin — not that anyone here would notice. Her heels — yes, those heels — had been traded for silver-soled flats that shimmered with each step.


Her damp hair was twisted in a coiled updo, with a few rebellious strands curled around her jawline. She wore no obvious jewelry… but the perfume mist on her collarbones was quietly lethal.
 
Kydd, by contrast, had chosen a more striking ensemble: a sapphire-blue plunge halter gown with a low V-cut and open back, the fabric shifting like fluid with each movement. A thin belt of gold links wrapped twice around her waist. Her boots were light-travel model slippers — casual, sexy, and custom-fit for hidden toe blades. Her hair was wet, pushed back and slicked to one side, accentuating the sharpness of her cheekbones.

"You're staring," Alyssa said, sliding her hand across Sommer's waist as they stepped into the central bath area.
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Two men stood lounging on the edge of the marble cold bath nearby — shirtless, robed loosely, clearly having pre-gamed with something from the liquor springs. Their voices carried just a little too far, and their eyes locked on Sommer and Alyssa with casual arrogance.

The first was tall, blond, heavily tanned, and wore mirrored lenses despite the evening hour. His robe was half-open, revealing a lean build and a scar trailing down one side of his ribs.

The other was shorter, darker-skinned, with messy curls and a cybernetic ear flashing faint green with ambient signals. He was grinning even before they got close.

"Now that's what I call a horizon shift," the blond one muttered.
"Ladies," the other added, "you wouldn't happen to be lost, would you?"
Sommer raised a brow
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer stepped forward, folding her arms.

"We're here to relax. If I wanted commentary, I'd comm my accountant."
Cyber-ear laughed. "Fair enough, queen."

The men took the hint, slipping back toward the other wing of the atrium, though not without a lingering glance.
 
Location: The Gilded Veil – Private Security Suite, Lower Levels

Kael leaned back in the chair, eyes red-rimmed from too much caffeine and too little trust.

The Veil was calm on the surface — the new band was rehearsing, the bar was stocked, the dancers on break. For once, nothing had caught fire, been stolen, or tried to seduce him for blackmail.

But that never lasted.

The security terminal blinked once. Then again.

A flagged, encrypted data packet had appeared on the Veil's private feed. No access logs. No origin tag.

"This isn't normal," Kael muttered, entering the bypass code Arq had drilled into him last cycle.
The holo-screen flickered, then played.


[SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE – TWO DAYS PRIOR]

Time Stamp: 0307hrs

The footage was grainy at first, then stabilized — from one of the side corridors near the back-loading dock.

Therin Vos.

Clad in a long, smooth obsidian coat. Her hair down. Her expression unreadable.

She walked with two unknown figures — male, masked, in dark coats. One held a case. The other held something... living in a covered crate.

They stopped just short of the club's secured freight elevator. Therin lifted a hand — not to signal — but to touch the wall.

The wall glowed faintly, revealing a sigil — one Kael had never seen before.

"What in the void..."
The crate twitched. Muffled sounds — not human. Almost like... breathing underwater.

The case was opened. Therin reached inside, pulled out a small, crystalline orb — blood-red, swirling with energy.

She didn't say a word. But the masked men bowed. Then, the footage abruptly cut to black.

No exit. No explanation.

Just her.
In his club.
 
Kael sat frozen.

"She was here."
Not just whispering through proxies.

Not just sending velvet-draped negotiators.

Here. On his watch.

He replayed the footage. Frame by frame. That orb. That sigil. That breathing sound from the crate. It all screamed off-world sorcery or some Sith-tier black deal that had no place in the Veil.

He cursed under his breath, then slapped the comm open.

"Arq. Need you. Now. Don't ask questions."
 

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