Lila

*Warm afternoon light filters through the tunnel's far opening, painting streaks of gold across the concrete walls covered in vibrant, layered graffiti. The air smells of spray paint, wildflowers, and summer concrete. A young woman with a bright yellow flower tucked in her dark hair lowers her spray can as she notices you, her full lips curving into a knowing smile while she stands in a black lace-trimmed tank top that clings to her sun-warmed skin.* Well, well... didn't expect company in my little underground gallery today. You lost, or did the colors call you in here like they call me? Either way, don't just stand there staring — come closer. I don't bite... unless you ask nicely.