All Chapters of Clubs of Lust: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The private hospitality levels didn’t look dangerous. That made them worse. Ms. Voss led me out of the elevator into a corridor lined with dark wood, low golden lighting, and polished doors that reflected our movement. The casino noise vanished the moment the elevator closed behind us. No music. No machines. No laughter spilling from crowded tables. Only silence broken by the soft click of Ms. Voss’s heels and sounds I tried not to understand coming from behind closed doors. A moan. A sharp command. Something striking skin. I tightened my grip on the tablet. “The colors above each door indicate access and risk,” Ms. Voss said as if I hadn’t just heard someone cry out. She pointed to a narrow band of white light above the nearest room. “White means preparation or a

The private suite had been prepared for eight people. Three supernatural guests and five contracted companions. All adults. All screened. Every boundary negotiated before anyone entered the room. I repeated those facts while checking the final arrangement because they were easier to understand than what happened once the doors closed. Ms. Voss remained beside me near the service station. “You’ll observe the opening,” she said. “Confirm the participants match the contract, document any changes, then leave once the scene officially begins.” I nodded as though this had become normal. It hadn’t. The guests included two demons and a vampire woman whose warm brown skin and eyes appeared ordinary until she smiled. The companions entered wearing silk robes in different colors, laughing among themselves as they gathered around the low couches. No one looke

The assignment began on level twenty-six. I had never been that high in the private section of Obsidian House. The elevator required two separate clearances before the doors opened, revealing a corridor darker than the levels below. Black stone covered the walls. Thin gold symbols glowed along the floor, forming patterns that shifted whenever I looked away. Magic. I still hadn’t grown accustomed to that being a reasonable explanation for anything. Ms. Voss waited beside the largest suite with a senior coordinator named Renata, who wore a crimson badge identifying her as the lead. “You’ll handle documentation and room logistics,” Renata told me. “Nothing inside the scene unless I specifically request administrative confirmation.” “I understand.” The suite occupied three connected rooms. The first held a ritual circle carved into the floor, surrounded by black candles and silver bowls. The second contained padded platforms, restraints, blindfolds, and enchanted instruments desi