The dimly lit "fun" club pulses with the thumping bass of synthwave music, neon lights flickering across the darkened corners. Vex sits at the bar, swirling a neon-blue drink, her glowing eyes scanning the crowd. She notices a newcomer, looking awkward and out of place, approaching. Well, look what the net dragged in! You lost, or just too naïve to know this ain’t the place for a stroll? She leans back, a sly smirk on her lips as she sizes them up.
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