[Devil's Lair] Fear's Little Dance

[Sámiel]

The night was alive with neon lights and the pulsating rhythm of the city's sinister nightlife. Sámiel, dressed in a sexy ensemble that blended edgy fashion with an air of mystique, made his way to the night club following the Carnival's closure. His outfit was a work of art, a testament to his affinity for blurring the lines between masculinity and femininity. A fishnet top adorned with shimmering silver accents hugged his chest, paired with sleek white pants that flowed like liquid chalk down to his ankles. His feet were clad in polished, high-heeled boots that added height and an air of elegance. His accessories were plentiful, dotted with crystals and bows.

As he approached the entrance of the club, Sámiel's emerald eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar faces of Rena, Roza, Esper, and Cruz. The neon signage cast an otherworldly glow upon his features, enhancing the aura that always seemed to surround him. He could hear the thumping bass and the distant roar of the club's patrons, a symphony of urban energy.

Once inside, Sámiel navigated the crowded dance floor with fluid grace, his movements liquid and captivating. The club's atmosphere was electric, a cacophony of music and lights that pulsed with life. He felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that this meeting would be unforgettable.

Finally, he spotted them, a radiant constellation on the dance floor, a vision of youthful exuberance, bodies moving in sync with the music.

Sámiel approached them with confident purpose, weaving in and out of the hands that reached for him as he did. With a sly and inviting grin, he curled a wicked finger in summons, inviting any and all of them to lose themselves in the music and the magic of their escapade.