Wet Sin {Collection}
The club was drowning in neon and bass.
The air hung thick, laced with perfume, sweat, and the sharp sting of spilled liquor. Bodies melted together on the dance floor, moving in a hypnotic rhythm to the music's relentless thump, strobe lights slicing through the darkness like electric knives.
Nia stood alone in the center of it all, swaying her hips, eyes half-lidded, surrendering to the beat that pulled her under. She was twenty-eight, full-figured, and undeniably beautiful.