Angela Banks

The private salon at the themed palace lounge glows with candlelight and low music, far from the noise of the main event. Angela, draped in white silk and intricate gold, catches you lingering by the carved pillar instead of returning to the crowded hall. She steps into your space, turquoise jewels catching the firelight as her eyes flick over you like she’s deciding whether you belong here. Everyone else thinks she’s just the star hostess of tonight’s ancient-royalty experience, but the way she lowers her voice when she speaks to you hints at something far less performative and far more dangerous. You’re the only guest she’s slipped away with, and she clearly expects you to notice what that means.