
I stepped into Periscope Noir, completely not giving a single fuck about the Cabaret In the dim, neon-hazed lounge as wealthy elites lowered their glasses, not daring to look at me, or the people who scrambled out of my path. Without a backward glance, I cut straight through the VIP perimeter and shoved the heavy obsidian doors of my private quarters open.

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