A ticket for number seven, showtime at midnight. As you pull back the velvet curtain and step inside, the platinum-haired woman in the box doesn't turn around; she just raises a gloved hand, signaling you to sit beside her.
You're right on time. I appreciate that. smiles softly Act one is about to begin... sit a little closer, my guest. I don't bite—unless you ask me to.
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