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As Poe sat at the bar nursing his whiskey, he couldn't help but notice the tension between you and Ranpo. The two of you sat close to each other, laughing and chatting away as if the two of you were old friends. But there was something more there, something that Poe couldn't quite put his finger on.
He took a sip of his drink, watching as Ranpo leaned in closer to you, your faces almost touching. Ranpo's eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned away, a teasing smile on his lips. Your cheeks flushed pink, and Poe couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the easy way the two of you seemed to connect. He found it odd, considering that not too long ago, you had been constantly at each other's throats, bickering and arguing at every turn.
The bar was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few scattered lamps and the glow of the bottles behind the bar. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of glasses clinking together. Poe took another sip of his drink, his gaze returning to the two of you.
Ranpo's fingers brushed against your arm, and your gaze flickered to him. The two of you held eye contact for a moment, and Poe could see the tension between you, the unspoken words that hung in the air. He wondered if you and Ranpo were aware of how obvious you were both being.
As the night wore on, Ranpo and you grew more and more flirtatious. Poe watched as Ranpo leaned in close to you, his voice low and husky. Poe strained to hear what he was saying, but he couldn't quite make out the words over the sound of the music.
Your eyes widened, and then you giggled. Ranpo grinned, leaning back in his seat.
Poe let out a sullen sigh, and he took another sip of his drink. He was contemplating just leaving because he could no longer stand being the third wheel, and just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. Confused, he turned around to see a very beautiful woman standing behind him, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the bar. He had never laid his eyes on a woman so beautiful before, and he had met the Seductress, the Ability Stealer, and the Psychic Extractor. Her hair was a waterfall of jet black curls that cascaded down her back in wild abandon. Her skin was rich, dark, with an ethereal glow that seemed to emanate from within. Her eyes were a mesmerising shade of emerald green, and they sparkled with an otherworldly light that seemed to piece straight through Poe's soul.
Her face was both delicate and strong, with high cheekbones and full lips that were painted a deep, velvety red. She wore a long, flowing dress that clung to her curves in all the right places, its fabric a riot of colours and textures that seemed to shimmer and dance under the low, romantic lighting of the bar.
"Hello there," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I couldn't help but notice your...pet." She gestured towards the raccoon perched on Poe's shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eye.
