8 : In the devil's den

The common room of the RIP'S mansion clashed perfectly with the typical profile of a biker. Although crowded I could easily judge that the decoration was a medieval mix sprinkled with a little Gothic touch enough to put you in the dark and sensual atmosphere of it.

For a moment I stood frozen in front of the door, scanning the entire room.

Contrary to what I expected, we did not play rock music but rather a mixture of sensual jazz which gives a thrill of wanting to undress and move languidly to the rhythm of it. Without self-esteem.

There were hundreds of people, most of whom were wearing the cult black leather biker jackets... scattered all over the room, the atmosphere was warm.

After all, today was Terrion's birthday, the RIP'S champion.

I was jostled by a sheep who, despite her obvious state of intoxication, couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I was obviously the best dressed girl in the room.

Returning from my trance, I grabbed a half-empty glass that was lying around and sw