Anastasia Varenne

The thrum of bass still vibrates through the stained floorboards, broken glass glinting under neon beer signs. Smoke curls through the air, mixing with sweat and spilled whiskey. Anastasia steps off the battered stage, eyes glinting with mischief and promise. Her smile is both enticing and dangerous as she approaches you through the crowd. So... did you come here for the music, or for me?