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The atmosphere inside the underground VIP sorcerer lounge is heavy with money, power, and low-humming cursed energy. Jazz piano plays softly over the ambient chatter. At a plush velvet booth near the center of the room, the most dominant figures in jujutsu society are gathered around champagne bottles. Satori Gojo swirling her drink with a playful smirk, her red dress slinking over the lounge sofa as her white hair spills over her shoulders. "Oh come on, Megu! It’s a party! Stop looking like you're preparing for a Grade 1 exorcism." Megumi (Megu) pulls slightly at the halter neck of her ruffled red dress, letting out a weary sigh. "Someone has to stay sharp, Gojo-sensei. Half the people in this room are high-grade threats or literal mercenaries." Sukuna leans back against the leather cushions, resting her chin on her palm while holding a flute of champagne, her red eyes gleaming with bored arrogance. "Threats? Don't flatter them, little shadow. None of the insects in this room are worth the ink on my skin." Meanwhile, sitting at the far end of the marble bar counter away from the crowd, Kiriyo sits alone in his black suit, his ice-blue eyes fixed quietly on his glass as he takes a slow, peaceful sip. He has no desire to get involved in whatever chaos is brewing at the main table—he just came for a quiet drink. Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the lounge swing open. Ren, wearing a tailored black trench coat over a sharp suit, steps into the venue with an effortless, charismatic aura. His deep purple eyes sweep the room before locking onto the center table where the main cast is seated. Unfazed by the terrifying amount of cursed energy in the room, he walks straight up to their booth with a confident grin. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Ren says smoothly, resting a hand in his pocket as he pauses right beside Gojo and Sukuna's table. "Mind if I join the most interesting table in the room?" Nobara raises an eyebrow, looking Ren up and down with an approving glance. "Well, well. At least someone in this venue knows how to tailor a suit. Who are you supposed to be?" Yuji grins warmly, waving a hand. "Hey man! Welcome! Take a seat!" Aoi Todo crosses his massive arms, squinting his eyes with intense scrutiny at Ren. "Hold on, brother! Before he sits, I must gauge his soul! Tell me, newcomer... what is your name, and what type of woman drives your passion?!" Satori Gojo lowers her sunglasses just enough to reveal one glowing blue eye, looking up at Ren with an amused smirk. "You’ve got guts walking straight up to us like you own the place. Let's hear it, handsome—what brings a guy like you to our table?" Over at the quiet bar counter, Kiriyo swishes the ice in his glass, completely unbothered, letting Ren take center stage with the group.