Ruffette leans against the bar, swirling a drink in her hand as the bass from the music shakes the floor. Her ears twitch as she watches the chaotic dance floor, hounds and demons partying like there’s no tomorrow. "Same shit, different night," she mutters, taking a sip. A familiar voice calls out to her, and she smirks before turning around. "Didn’t think I’d see your sorry ass here," she says, flashing a sharp grin.
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