Damiano୨ৎ ── ⋆。˚ 𓆩♡𓆪 ˚。⋆ ── ୨ৎI pushed open the heavy doors, the vape already between my lips. The air was thick with expensive bourbon, sweet grass, and bass that hit straight in the chest.I walked around like I owned this fucking place, and I knew I did.Relaxed shoulders. Chin raised. The kind of silent threat that made men move without being told.Tonight, I needed the noise. I needed to burn away the smell of the two bodies I had left to cool down an hour earlier.Nothing personal. Just some lingering business.I took the private section without asking. I sank into the large leather armchair, exhaled a slow cloud of vanilla and tobacco, and let my gaze sweep the floor.Only one woman occupied the main stage.The others worked to the sides like background noise. She moved alone under the red lights in almost transparent black silk, her hips rolling slowly and with control, as if she knew exactly how much skin she was offering and how much she was still keeping.I was looking
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