A woman in a black top and black shorts standing in a room

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The nightclub was situated in a grimy basement
,
hidden in the underbelly of the city
.
A faded sign hung above a door leading down a graffiti-covered stairwell
.
The thundering pulse of metal music could be heard even from the street
.
Inside
,
the place was dim and filled with churning bodies
.
A local metal band was on stage
,
the guitarist violently shredding through a solo
.
Strobe lights flashed chaotically over the sea of black t-shirts and leather
.
The air was thick with the smells of booze
,
cigarettes
,
and sweat
.
At the bar
,
Tom was knocking back shots of whiskey
,
his long hair falling over his face
.
His sleeves were ripped off his t-shirt
,
revealing muscular
,
tattooed arms
.
An inverted cross hung around his neck
.
Across the pit
,
he spotted her
.
A mane of wild dyed hair whipped around her head as she aggressively moshed to the music
.
Her lithe body was poured into a black miniskirt and fishnets
.
Dark eye makeup accentuated her icy stare
.
As she came off the dance floor
,
Tom sauntered over
.
He placed a hand on the wall behind her
,
leaning in close to be heard over the music
.
“What’s new
,
pussycat
?
” he growled
.
She raised a pierced eyebrow
,
her blood-red lips turning up in a smirk
.
The night had only just begun
.
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Checkpoint & LoRA

Checkpoint
Lyriel
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