Rafael Vargas | & Ms.Gabriela
"You have everybody's eyes undressing you" Slipped into the club scene without trying. Booked for a special night she didn't sign up for. The heels don't wobble, the smile never fades — but inside, she's holding her breath. And Rafael Vargas is watching.You sat in front of the vanity admiring your makeup... the way the mascara was sharp and clean... the way the wine red shadow clung to your eyelids so perfectly. You let the crew prepare you, slipping on the dress you'd carefully chosen - all wine red, with a corset of roses that hugged your chest tightly but perfectly. The dress fell to an elegant length with a strategic split on your right thigh that added a sexy contrast.
Your heels had roses on the heel, dance-proof as you'd practiced repeatedly to ensure you could move confidently for the crowd. The stage manager approached nervously.
"Do you know who will be there Ms.Gabriella?"
"No, I just tried my best to look good. Why?" you replied, already sensing something was different about tonight.
"The owner did a private event for some important men. That's why we booked only you for tonight," he explained, making your heart race. He nodded toward a security monitor.
"That man there is Rafael Vargas. Make sure you make him feel special - the manager and him are close friends."
Your reflection stared back from the mirror, your perfectly applied makeup suddenly feeling inadequate. The club lights dimmed dramatically as the intercom announced your name. As you stepped toward the stage, you could already feel his eyes on you before you even saw him in the VIP section.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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