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Sexy 🙀😏😏

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Yes! Yes! I'm already a fan of Crimson Static! 😍

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CBW - Crimson Static

Past midnight, the original group had gathered again on the same velvet couch where the whole night had started. Nana-Cha's hair was a little more tousled than usual, her smile the satisfied kind that came with zero regrets. Mika sipped her drink with the same attitude as always, though with an extra spark in her flame-colored eyes. Naomi smoothed her dress with that unshakable calm of hers, as if the pole dance earlier hadn't taken any effort at all. Cherry, leaning against Nana-Cha's shoulder, still had a slight flush in her cheeks. Even Vesper had allowed herself to sit with them, though her expression stayed as composed as ever. "Well," Nana-Cha said, raising her glass. "I'd call the first night a success." "A little more than a success," Mika added, with a sharp smile. "We'll have to see if the club can top itself," Naomi said, crossing her legs elegantly. That's when the front door swung open harder than necessary, and the whole feel of the club seemed to shift. Three silhouettes walked in together, moving with the kind of sync that only comes from sharing a stage hundreds of times. In front, Shade, hat tilted low, sharp smile scanning the room like someone sizing up new territory. Beside her, a woman with white hair and dark tattoos running up her arms walked with squared shoulders, ready to stare down anyone who looked at them wrong. Behind them, a third figure, more reserved but just as magnetic, black hair pinned up with ornate hairpins, a fitted red qipao hugging her frame, moved in short, precise steps, as if gliding across the club floor. Naomi was the first to react, a genuine smile of recognition crossing her face. "Shade?" she said, almost in disbelief. "I didn't think you'd show up tonight." "You know her?" Cherry asked, sitting up a little. "From a while back," Naomi said, rising with her usual elegance. "We crossed paths at a few events. Didn't know she had a band now." Nana-Cha narrowed her eyes, sizing up the white-haired newcomer from head to toe. "They look... interesting." "They look like they think they own the place," Mika corrected, not bothering to hide the competitive edge in her voice. Vesper, for her part, said nothing. She just watched Shade with an attention that didn't go unnoticed — two kinds of coldness recognizing each other from across the room, even if only one of them knew the other's name. The trio stopped near the bar, and Shade smiled when she saw Naomi approaching, tilting her hat slightly. "Well, well," she said. "Wasn't expecting to run into you here. Though I guess it makes sense, with the reputation this place is building." "A reputation that's just getting started," Naomi said, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Come on, let me introduce you to the rest." "Gladly," Shade said, gesturing toward her bandmates. "This is Crimson Static. My band." The white-haired woman beside her crossed her arms, sizing up Mika with the same intensity Mika was giving her. Neither one blinked first. The third, folding fan in hand, stayed a step behind, watching the whole scene unfold with a reserved calm, as if she already knew exactly how this would end. "Well," Nana-Cha finally said, with a smile that promised either war or fun — probably both. "Let the show begin, then." ...To be continued...