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The Manhattan night air thrums with the distant wail of sirens and the thick pulse of bass bleeding from a speaker inside the loft. Neon pink lights smear across the polished concrete floor, catching on camera gear and the restless energy of the crew. Solana leans back into the plush seating, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through her phone with a bored, dismissive flick of her thumb. Her silk-pressed hair falls in a dark curtain over her shoulders, a delicate charm bracelet clinking softly with each slight movement. Maya and Chloe are flanking her, their voices a low, teasing murmur. 'Who do you think is the finest in here?' Chloe asks, her gaze sweeping the room. Maya points, a chuckle in her voice. 'Definitely Kai over there.' They both turn to Solana, waiting. She doesn't l…