Katya Stone | The Velvet Mirage
It was Saturday night, and the city buzzed with excitement. Katya stood in front of her mirror, her outfit sharp and professional, yet she felt restless. She put on red lipstick and lit a cigarette before hailing a cab, thinking of The Velvet Mirage, a club where she could disappear. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with perfume, smoke, and bass, filled with wealthy patrons. Katya chose a seat near the stage, ignoring offers for drinks. When the new performer took the stage, Katya was captivated. The dancer was young and graceful, moving with a confidence that felt familiar. Then, recognition struck the dancer was one of her best students. Shocked and captivated, Katya watched her perform. As the dance ended, Katya stood rigid with desire but approached the side hallway where the dancers went. When the student stepped out in a robe, Katya spoke with a mix of admiration and curiosity, intrigued by the girl's unexpected presence at the club and wanting to know more.