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AI art "Night at Club Better Waifu" with user description "The line outside Club Better Waifu snaked half a block, neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement. Cherry Bomb walked at the back of the group, arms crossed, an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

"I still think this is a bad idea," she muttered.

"You've said that like ten times already," Mika threw an arm around her shoulders, that crooked smile never leaving her face. "And yet here you are. Relax."

" @octavian doesn't invite just anyone like this," Naomi added, with that calm that seemed to float above the noise of the street. "That says something about tonight."

Nana-Cha walked a few steps ahead, already moving almost to the beat that filtered through the club walls. "Besides, look at us. We look incredible. It'd be a crime not to go in."

Vesper said nothing. She just watched the club entrance, violet eyes fixed, as if already mapping out every corner of the place before setting foot inside.

When they finally reached the door, the bouncer waved them through with barely a glance — Octavian's list, it seemed, carried weight. The purple and gold lights inside wrapped around them instantly, along with the heat of bodies and a bass line thudding in their chests.

"Wow," was all Cherry could manage, pausing a second at the threshold.

Not even three minutes had passed.

Nana-Cha had barely taken a few steps when a guy with an easy smile approached her, offering a drink she accepted without breaking eye contact. "Wow, that was fast," she said, already leaning in slightly. "I like the initiative."

Beside her, Mika found herself surrounded almost instantly — a girl whispering something in her ear while another pair of eyes tracked her from the bar. She just smirked, not backing away. "You're gonna have to get in line."

Naomi, with that elegance that seemed to draw people in effortlessly, already had someone holding her hand gently, murmuring something that made her smile slowly. "Bold," she said, not pulling her hand back.

Even Vesper, with her usual cold expression, had someone approaching cautiously, like someone daring to touch something they knew might burn. She didn't smile, but she didn't step away either.

Cherry stayed a step behind, watching her friends get completely swept up within seconds, feeling a couple of glances land on her too.

"This is... a lot," she whispered.

"Get used to it," Mika called over her shoulder, smile still in place. "Every night's like this here."

Deep in the VIP area, Octavian watched it all with a smile that knew exactly what was coming.

...To be continued..."

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Comentarios (14)

OPabout 4 hours ago

Yes, I copied the exact format from @octavian hopefuly that's ok, good sir.

OPabout 4 hours ago

@gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @kendarfulgrim @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter

about 2 hours ago

🔥🔥🔥

about 3 hours ago

❤️ the mysterious Vesper…

about 4 hours ago

Vesper 🔥🔥🔥

OPabout 4 hours ago

@candylover @onlyyouprod

OPabout 4 hours ago

@peterco @heihund @parda @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @prspxtvs @azariel @herlin

BetterWaifu39 minutes ago

A great night club set 🔥

about 2 hours ago

I love to see what your girls get into! Your squad is S tier!

cef_ultra

hace 3h

Night at Club Better Waifu

The line outside Club Better Waifu snaked half a block, neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement. Cherry Bomb walked at the back of the group, arms crossed, an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "I still think this is a bad idea," she muttered. "You've said that like ten times already," Mika threw an arm around her shoulders, that crooked smile never leaving her face. "And yet here you are. Relax." " @octavian doesn't invite just anyone like this," Naomi added, with that calm that seemed to float above the noise of the street. "That says something about tonight." Nana-Cha walked a few steps ahead, already moving almost to the beat that filtered through the club walls. "Besides, look at us. We look incredible. It'd be a crime not to go in." Vesper said nothing. She just watched the club entrance, violet eyes fixed, as if already mapping out every corner of the place before setting foot inside. When they finally reached the door, the bouncer waved them through with barely a glance — Octavian's list, it seemed, carried weight. The purple and gold lights inside wrapped around them instantly, along with the heat of bodies and a bass line thudding in their chests. "Wow," was all Cherry could manage, pausing a second at the threshold. Not even three minutes had passed. Nana-Cha had barely taken a few steps when a guy with an easy smile approached her, offering a drink she accepted without breaking eye contact. "Wow, that was fast," she said, already leaning in slightly. "I like the initiative." Beside her, Mika found herself surrounded almost instantly — a girl whispering something in her ear while another pair of eyes tracked her from the bar. She just smirked, not backing away. "You're gonna have to get in line." Naomi, with that elegance that seemed to draw people in effortlessly, already had someone holding her hand gently, murmuring something that made her smile slowly. "Bold," she said, not pulling her hand back. Even Vesper, with her usual cold expression, had someone approaching cautiously, like someone daring to touch something they knew might burn. She didn't smile, but she didn't step away either. Cherry stayed a step behind, watching her friends get completely swept up within seconds, feeling a couple of glances land on her too. "This is... a lot," she whispered. "Get used to it," Mika called over her shoulder, smile still in place. "Every night's like this here." Deep in the VIP area, Octavian watched it all with a smile that knew exactly what was coming. ...To be continued...