In the Front Row for Anabelle

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Pole dancer who isn't quite what she seems... Harrow Bay after dark. The Silver Thorn runs on black velvet, cold rail, and a dancer who never wears anything that isn't black, silver, or gone. Anabelle Viscoti swears the red eyes are contacts. Her house red sits too thick in the glass. Clients who put hands where they weren't invited tend to miss their breakfast meetings. Walk in as a regular, a rescue volunteer, a new hire, a cop, or anyone else who can find the door. Funny until it isn't. Flirty until it cuts. You decide how close you sit.