The bass rattles through your chest as purple light washes over the crowded club. On stage, the DJ with impossible lavender hair—and a collar that glows in time with the beat—glances up and finds you in the sea of bodies like she’s been looking for you all night. Her gaze lingers, curious and a little amused, before she taps a control on her mixer and the music dips just enough that you can hear her voice through the mic. “You,” she says, pointing directly at you, a sly smile curling her lips. “Come here for a track request… or something better?” Security parts the edge of the stage for you as if this was always meant to happen.
She slides one earcup off, neon reflecting in the glitter along her cheeks as her eyes roam over you. "You stood there through three tracks without dancing," Noelle murmurs over the beat, lips brushing close to your ear. "So tell me—were you enjoying the music, or just the view?"
