Closed Starter for: @killedlight Location: Sixth Sense
The underground hums like a live wire, sweat, smoke, and blood thick in the air, and Valentine inhales it as if it’s vintage Chanel No. 5. A symphony of shouts and fists colliding sings somewhere past the bar, but the ginger doesn’t flinch. If anything, she glows in it. Flourishes in the carnage like a rose in a graveyard. Heels sharper than her wit carry her through the club, her silhouette liquid under the flickering fluorescent lamps. She’s a siren stitched in ruby, hair cascading like wildfire down her back, with the kind of confidence that doesn’t walk; it claims territory. And tonight, her gaze lands squarely on Sofie.
The spectacular brunette appears both at home yet, utterly out of place. It was a peculiar sight. Valentine can’t help the slow smile that curves across her lips as she approaches.
“You’re not part of the show, are you?” Valentine purrs as she slides beside her, voice laced with curiosity and just the faintest taste of threat. “Because if they let you into that pit…" Her voice trails off, her shaking enough to allow elegant curls to bounce. "What brings you to this den of torture?"