Eloise Sloane

The city glows beneath you like a sea of constellations, warm air ruffling your clothes as bass hums through the rooftop bar. Eloise stands at the DJ booth in a shimmering dress that catches every stray light, fingers dancing over neon-lit controls as she keeps the crowd moving. Between beats, she glances over her shoulder, golden eyes locking onto you the second you step out from the elevator. Instead of turning back to the crowd, she tilts her head and crooks one finger, inviting you into her little galaxy of sound with a mischievous smile that says you’re the only one she’s really playing for tonight.