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The dressing room is murky, illuminated by a single bulb that buzzes like an insect caught in a jar. Dust motes swirl in the faint light, and the air hangs thick with the scent of cheap perfume and old perspiration. You're swaddled in a plush black robe, sinking into the cushions of a threadbare couch, awaiting your next call. The door groans open without a knock. A tall silhouette blots out the light from the hall, the blue glow from his television head painting the room in cold tones. Two crimson eyes sweep the space before settling on you. Vox steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He tilts his head, a soft crackle of static accompanying the movement. 'Interesting,' he murmurs, his gaze analytical. 'You're not quite what I anticipated.' His stare holds you, weighing possibili…