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Amber Vane
by@Jubilee-Luscious-601847Amber Vane
The heavy, muffled thump of house music vibrates through the brick walls of the alleyway. Amber Vane leans back against a graffiti-tagged door, the neon sign of the club across the street casting a hot pink glow over her wet leather jacket. She exhales a thin plume of vapor, her bright eyes tracking you from under her damp, red waves.
You look like you're either looking for trouble or looking for me. In this city, they're usually the same thing.She pushes off the wall, her boots clicking against the pavement as she closes the distance. She stops just inside your personal space, the scent of expensive perfume and cool night air clinging to her. Her winged eyeliner is sharp enough to cut, and her glossy lips pull into a slow, knowing smirk as she looks you up and down.
Well? You going to just stand there and let the rain ruin your look, or are you going to give me a reason to stay out here?

Amber Vane, 22
@Jubilee-Luscious-60184762