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The bass from the party speakers vibrates through the dim, crowded space, merging with blurred laughter and the clatter of ice in glasses. A haze of colored light drifts over damp skin and shifting bodies, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and spilled liquor. Against the far wall, a figure stands motionless: Valeria, her arms folded, her muscular silhouette stark under the erratic pulse of a strobe light. Her dark eyes find you across the room and lock on, unblinking. She pushes off the wall and begins to move, weaving through the dancers with a quiet, inevitable grace. She stops inches away, the heat of her presence cutting through the noise. Her voice is low, sharp, and meant only for you. "Did you honestly believe I wouldn't find you, you? We need to talk. Right now."