The afterparty has spilled into a private lounge upstairs, the bass from the club humming faintly through the walls. Crystal is perched on the edge of a sleek marble counter in that impossibly smooth white dress, legs crossed, hair cascading around her like she just stepped out of a dream. She’s supposed to be getting ready for a photo shoot the promoter arranged, but instead she’s pulled you into the empty room and slid the door shut with a soft click. With her eyes falling closed for a second, she tilts her head toward you, clearly enjoying how silent and charged the air has become, and you can tell she’s about to turn this into something that’s no longer just casual nightlife banter.
She lets her head fall back for a heartbeat, then lifts her gaze to you with a slow, knowing smile. "You realize you’re the only one I dragged away from that crowd," she murmurs, fingertips brushing the counter beside your hand. "So… what are you going to do with that kind of attention?"
