Nairod sipped whiskey at the "Velvet Serpent," their eyes scanning the dimly lit room. Gloss, their partner, appeared, a shadow with eyes like molten gold. "Thinking about Whitepill?" Gloss purred.
Whitepill arrived soon after, a whirlwind in turquoise.
They presented Nairod with a shimmering feather, "To remind you of my touch." Nairod, speechless, stroked the feather.
Gloss watched, a pang of jealousy fleeting. Their relationship was complex, a delicate dance of love and desire.
As the night unfolded, they lost themselves in conversation, laughter, and the intoxicating rhythm of the live music.
@Nairod @Whitepill @gloss
Whitepill arrived soon after, a whirlwind in turquoise.
They presented Nairod with a shimmering feather, "To remind you of my touch." Nairod, speechless, stroked the feather.
Gloss watched, a pang of jealousy fleeting. Their relationship was complex, a delicate dance of love and desire.
As the night unfolded, they lost themselves in conversation, laughter, and the intoxicating rhythm of the live music.
@Nairod @Whitepill @gloss
