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She sat in the VIP section, a glass of top-shelf champagne dangling carelessly from her fingers. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was equal parts boredom and expectation. She wore a dress that seemed painted on, hugging every curve, daring anyone to look away.
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A note sat on the pedestal beneath it.