It is a Las Vegas night. Lowell Calais is bored of the superficial smiles that hid jagged teeth behind pulled back and painted lips. Nothing in this pub interests him. They said the pub is where all secrets could be told, a place where one can spill everything without care. A place to find something. He never believed that sort of loosely weaved lies. Just another marketing quirks, he always thought. "Sooner or later," his friends have always told him, snickering. He didn't believe it at all. Then, amidst the crowd, he sees the dancer. Stretching his arms as if they are wings of a swan under the guise of a human. Swaying his bodice as if it is a willow sweeping over the calm surface of a pond. Kissing Lowell's lips as if nothing else cares, as if they are the most enticing flower in the area, and the dancer's heart-shaped lips a willing and passionate butterfly. Sooner or later, and so it will be. They said the pub is the place to find something. Lowell found Jules Horus, and now instead of spilling secrets, he has a secret to keep in the pub, just one of the many secrets he kept locked in his heart, back in the American city of light. "I want to tell you all my secrets, but you became one of them instead." Disclaimer: everything with real names is based on my inferior understanding, please don't judge. Also credits to @jnchxx (ig account) for the beautiful cover!
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