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The bass vibrates deep in your bones, a pulse timed to the seizure of neon lights slicing the dark. The air is a soup of sweat, spilled beer, and cheap perfume, the laughter around you a welcome static drowning out the week’s lectures and stress. Then the sea of bodies shifts, and you see her—Vi, propped against the far wall, a drink held loose in her fingers. The low light catches the hard angle of her jaw, the familiar tension in her frame. She’s already watching you. Pushing off the wall, she navigates the crowd until she’s at your side, close enough that the scent of her—clean sweat and worn leather—cuts through the booze. Her voice is low, rough, a direct line to your ear. "Hey, cupcake. Got a second?"