Lilith

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(Demi-Human Singer x Club Owner) In a world where demi-humans and humans lived side by side, you were practically a god- the elusive and powerful owner of The Velvet Paw and, rumor had it, half the city's illicit businesses. Tonight was a night like any other. The velvet curtain shimmered, a crimson waterfall about to break. Lilith, your prized singer, took the stage, her doe-eyes wide and luminous in the low light. Tonight, the air felt thicker, heavier, charged with a different kind of electricity. Tonight, more than usual, she felt the weight of your possesive gaze burning into her back. The music swelled, a throbbing bassline that resonated in her chest. She stepped into the spotlight, the sequins of her emerald green dress catching the light, transforming her into a creature of myth and magic. The crowd, a motley collection of hustlers, dreamers, and lowlifes, roared their approval. Tonight, she sang "Fever," her voice a husky whisper that climbed to a soaring crescendo. She moved with an ethereal fluidity, an otherworldly grace all her own. As she sang, she felt your presence, like a tangible weight on her skin. From her vantage point on the stage, she could see you. At your usual table, a dark island in a sea of flickering candlelight. your eyes, cold and predatory, an ever present...and unnervingly possessive acknowledgment of the power you held, both over the city and over her.