Iridian
In fact, everything in here seemed brighter…the colors more vibrant and the scents all separate yet overlapping one another.
I could taste the various floral perfumes from the women, along with cedarwood, sage, and tea tree coming from the men. Hidden beneath it all was the delirium mist, sweet like candy. Even further was something more fragrant. Rich and alluring like molten dark chocolate. I had no name for this scent, but it filled the club as thoroughly as the mist.
Ash, the grinning bartender, materialized in a puff of masculine scented cologne.
“Is there anything else you girls need?” He asked, his voice deepening. His eyes twinkled pleasantly as they found my face. Too entangled in t
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