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👠"The Last Dance on Venus Prime"

The ruby heels dangled from River Song’s fingers like a promise and a threat. She’d just exited the casino through the back, past the guards she'd distracted with a wink and a fake transmission from the Time Agency. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that meant someone—likely multiple someones—was going to wake up confused, broke, and questioning their life choices.

Her hair, pinned in soft waves, was a deliberate nod to the Venusian fashion elite. The sheer sleeves of her gown shimmered subtly under the moonlight, catching glances like gravity caught stars.

She paused on the promenade, one shoe slung over her shoulder, and grinned.

The Doctor was late.

That, of course, was the point. He’d arrive breathless, exasperated, and already halfway in love all over again. He always did. But tonight wasn’t about him. Not entirely.

Tonight, River had slipped back into her own legend.

The heist was already done. The stolen map—a key to a hidden TARDIS prototype—was safely encoded into the stitching of her dress. No one would think to scan couture.

Behind her, distant sirens wailed.

River simply slipped on her shoes, tossed a look over her shoulder, and whispered to no one in particular: “Spoilers.”