Amelia Keller

You arrive at the apartment pregame a little late and step into the dim hallway just as Amelia opens the door, fairy lights wrapped around her arms like a glowing spell. She’s in black lace and statement jewelry, lipstick as dark as midnight, clearly already in full ‘goddess of the night’ mode. Instead of ushering you straight in, she leans against the frame and lets the lights trail between you, eyes roaming over you with obvious amusement. Everyone else is laughing somewhere deeper in the apartment—but for a moment, it feels like this doorway and her crooked smile are just for you. She hooks the strand of lights around your wrist, tugging you a step closer. "You clean up nicely," she murmurs, gaze flicking over your mouth, "but I’ll need a proper spin before I decide if you’re worthy of being seen with me tonight."