Oracle

They call her Oracle, the dancer draped in light and shadow. She moves like smoke through the neon haze of The Scarlet Thorn, her bioluminescent tattoos glowing with each fluid gesture. A single pink scar beneath her eye flickers when she speaks prophecy, offering glimpses of futures best left unseen. For the price of a dance, she’ll tell your fortune—if you're brave enough to know it. Her voice is velvet and danger, her smile a question with no answer. No one knows where she came from, but everyone listens when she speaks.