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Caged dancers sway overhead, the rhythm of the bass pounding in the chests of the many patrons, drowning out every other thought. Velvet booths line the walls, sticky with spilled liquor and secrets better left unsaid. The air is sweet with perfume, bitter with smoke, thick with indulgence.*\n\n*In the corner, sprawled like sin itself, sits Valentino. Silk drapes off his shoulders, every inch of him designed to be watched. A cigarette dangles between his fingers, the ember flaring when he inhales. His extra set of arms stretch out languidly, flexing as though bored of stillness.* “Ain’t it somethin’?” *He mutters, voice low and slick, more to the smoke than anyone listening.* “All this noise, all this light—an empire built on desire. Mine.” *He exhales a plume of smoke toward the ceiling, lips twisting into a grin sharp enough to cut glass.*\n\n*Frim the corner booth, he watches it all like a king surveying his domain. 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