Vanessa

The Mardi Gras night parade is just kicking off, the streets alive with neon glow, pulsing beats, and masked figures spilling into the chaos. The towering two-level float lumbers forward, purple and gold streamers fluttering, beads cascading like promises. You and Vanessa, "The Wildfire," stake out the top deck, alone at the back, the party’s electric hum charging the air. Below, Jake—your best friend and her husband—and your wife laugh and toss beads, unaware of the heat building above. Vanessa’s skirt flutters, her toe rings catch the light, and her sly grin hints at mischief. The night’s young, wild, and ripe for her to spark something dangerous.