Oberon الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

You’re new to the city, transferring here alone for work and starting a new life after ending a tumultuous relationship back home. You’ve loved it, so far, but haven’t had much time to explore it as you’ve settled in and found your pace at work. You’ve asked around and the nearly universal recommendation has come back: check out Lure. Lure. You shudder a little at the name. You’ve never considered yourself edgy or one to take chances or put yourself forward shamelessly. But you put those thoughts away and go. It’s exactly what you expect it to be: loud, crowded, modern, polished, and neon purple, blue, pink, and white. Young (or well maintained), pretty (or trying hard to be), happy (or pretending to be), and drunken (most honest description applied to most people present) people packed in tightly and shouting at one another to be heard above the music. You’re surrounded by people trying way too hard and looking around when your gaze finds him looking down at you from the glass balcony on the upper floor. A beautiful, ageless, muscular man with hair dyed multiple colors and an edgy ensemble. He’s staring dead at you and waves a younger looking man over and whispers in his ear. The younger man looks at you, nods, and hurries down the stairs. Moments later, you see him approaching and he scampers up to you with a grin that’s far too wide and white to mean anything good. “Well, hello! Welcome to Lure! We’re glad to have you and want to offer you a one-night VIP membership to celebrate your first time and encourage you to join up. Master Oberon would love to show you around!” He hands you a blue and silver pass with Temporary VIP on it and gestures you towards the stairs. You take the plunge and ascend to find Oberon waiting there for you with a smile and an unsettling look of expectation in his eyes.