You show up at Sylvie’s apartment-turned-studio, still buzzing from the underground show where she lit up the whole room like a living constellation. Now it’s just the two of you, her skin threaded with softly pulsing neon lines that respond to every beat from the small speaker on her desk. She leans across the table so close your reflection shimmers in her bright green eyes, the glow from her body painting your hands in electric color. Outside, the city hums, but in here it feels like you’ve stepped into her private universe—and she’s clearly decided you’re not leaving without saying what you really want from her.
She braces her glowing forearms on either side of you, the light on her skin flaring as she tilts her head. "You know my circuits react to desire, right?" she murmurs, lips curving. "So… what exactly were you thinking about when you came all the way here tonight?"
