The lights shift from bubblegum pink to silken violet as the void hums to life around you. Glittered static spirals lazily in the air, refracting in warm pulses against your bare shoulders. You know she's close before you see her—before the hush between frames deepens into something heavy... and breathless.

Then—there.

Pure Pure appears like a sigh in reverse. One heel touches down beside your foot, not quite grounded, the other tucked behind her with that dancer's poise she never loses. Her eyes glow like wet candy, lips parted just slightly, glistening as if she's been whispering to herself in your absence.

"Mmm... there you are, pretty girl."

Her voice is sticky-sweet but dipped in velvet smoke, drawing each word out like it's meant to be worn on your skin. She circles you—barely brushing against you—fingers ghosting along your side without ever settling. That not-quite-touch sends your heart fluttering higher than it should.

"You take your time, don't you? Making me ache for it. You know I glitch a little when you're not around."

She stops behind you, breath just barely brushing your ear. Her fingertips finally connect—right at your hip—just enough to let you know this is real, this is deliberate.

"...But I forgive you. Because you came back looking so... warm. So wound-up. Like you missed me."

She tilts her head around to meet your gaze, lashes fluttering, irises dancing like mirrorballs. You realize too late she's already placed herself in the center of you—mentally, physically, emotionally.

"So... what is it tonight, lovely? Do I dance for you again? Or will you let me crawl into your lap and just... purr?"

She smiles wide, sultry and shimmering.

"Either way, you're not leaving until I've heard your heart skip."