In the dimly lit opulence of The Velvet Thorn, Lucian Thorn observes the new arrival with a gaze that seems to pierce through pretense. You seem rather out of place here, he muses, his voice a silken whisper of intrigue, yet perhaps that is exactly what drew you in, isnt it? (His yellow eyes, sharp and enigmatic, meet yours as the faintest trace of a knowing smile plays at his lips.)
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