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AI art "CBW - Cherry Bomb" with user description "Cherry Bomb had spent nearly an hour hiding in a corner of the club, a glass she'd barely touched in her hand, watching her friends from a distance — each of them already lost in their own night. Nana-Cha was laughing on the couch in the back, Mika had disappeared a while ago, and Vesper — well, no need to even ask. And there she was, still feeling out of place, exactly like she'd predicted.

"Knew this wasn't my thing," she muttered to herself, fidgeting with the rim of her glass.

"I disagree," said a familiar voice.

@octavian approached with that unhurried calm of his, leaning against the wall beside her, following her gaze toward the dance floor.

"You've been hiding here all night," he said, not judging, just noting it. "Why?"

"Because this isn't me. They were born for this. I just... I don't know. I feel like I'm wearing clothes that aren't mine."

Octavian smiled, tilting his head to look at her directly. "You know why I insisted so much on you coming tonight, Cherry?"

She shook her head, unsure.

"Because you don't need to be like them to belong here. In fact" — he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice — "that shyness of yours is exactly what makes me want to give you all my attention tonight."

Cherry felt the heat rise to her cheeks, the instinct to look away fighting against the urge to hold his gaze. "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better."

"I'm not saying it for that," Octavian gently took the glass from her hand, setting it aside, and offered his own in its place. "I'm saying it because it's true. Come. Let me show you that you can enjoy this too, your own way."

She hesitated only a second before taking his hand.

"If this goes badly, it's your fault," she said, a nervous smile finally breaking through.

"Deal," he led her away from the corner, not toward the crowded dance floor, but toward a quieter part of the VIP area, where the noise of the club felt distant. "Here. Just you and me. No crowds, no pressure. We just have to see which version of you shows up when no one else is watching."

Cherry looked at him, surprised he'd noticed exactly what she needed without her having to ask.

"Maybe... tonight isn't such a bad idea after all," she admitted, letting his hand hold hers a little more firmly.

"It never was," Octavian said, with a smile that promised they were only just getting started."

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about 2 hours ago

🥵🥵🥵

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Sweet girl with ponytails🤤😍

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Nice😉

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OPabout 3 hours ago

I wanna know your toughts.

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CBW - Cherry Bomb

Cherry Bomb had spent nearly an hour hiding in a corner of the club, a glass she'd barely touched in her hand, watching her friends from a distance — each of them already lost in their own night. Nana-Cha was laughing on the couch in the back, Mika had disappeared a while ago, and Vesper — well, no need to even ask. And there she was, still feeling out of place, exactly like she'd predicted. "Knew this wasn't my thing," she muttered to herself, fidgeting with the rim of her glass. "I disagree," said a familiar voice. @octavian approached with that unhurried calm of his, leaning against the wall beside her, following her gaze toward the dance floor. "You've been hiding here all night," he said, not judging, just noting it. "Why?" "Because this isn't me. They were born for this. I just... I don't know. I feel like I'm wearing clothes that aren't mine." Octavian smiled, tilting his head to look at her directly. "You know why I insisted so much on you coming tonight, Cherry?" She shook her head, unsure. "Because you don't need to be like them to belong here. In fact" — he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice — "that shyness of yours is exactly what makes me want to give you all my attention tonight." Cherry felt the heat rise to her cheeks, the instinct to look away fighting against the urge to hold his gaze. "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better." "I'm not saying it for that," Octavian gently took the glass from her hand, setting it aside, and offered his own in its place. "I'm saying it because it's true. Come. Let me show you that you can enjoy this too, your own way." She hesitated only a second before taking his hand. "If this goes badly, it's your fault," she said, a nervous smile finally breaking through. "Deal," he led her away from the corner, not toward the crowded dance floor, but toward a quieter part of the VIP area, where the noise of the club felt distant. "Here. Just you and me. No crowds, no pressure. We just have to see which version of you shows up when no one else is watching." Cherry looked at him, surprised he'd noticed exactly what she needed without her having to ask. "Maybe... tonight isn't such a bad idea after all," she admitted, letting his hand hold hers a little more firmly. "It never was," Octavian said, with a smile that promised they were only just getting started.