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A few brave souls attempt the moves while others enjoy watching. Just before eight, we take our place on the entertainment platform downstairs where Dallas introduces the band and singer for the evening. The almost full club claps and cheers loudly, but the band doesn’t play. I turn to see what the delay is. I find Calvin and Garret standing at the microphone, waiting for the applause to quiet down. I encourage Dallas to turn and watch. “We didn’t rehearse this,” she murmurs near my ear. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Calvin Calhoun, and this is Garret Hendricks. What do you think of our new place?”

Another guy, a weak wolf named Darren was also assisting. Cathy was just checking the VIP section which had now been moved upstairs when Darren came in holding a phone to his ear. He was a handsome 21-year-old dressed in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and he had very close-cropped hair. “One second I’ll hand it to her now.” He held the phone out to Cathy and she took it cautiously. “Who’s it?” she asked. “It’s that guy.” ‘That guy’ was the owner of another club in the Red Light district and he must have heard about Phoenix Claws' inability to attract clubbers as usual because ever since Maggie handed the keys over to her, he had been calling almost every second of the day asking to buy the cl

I hiss. She only smiles, triumphant. The club is called Atlas, because of course it is because everything wants to sound mythic when it’s selling darkness and lights. It’s not huge. Not chaotic. More lounge than dive, with a dance floor that fills slowly. Early enough that we can breathe. Music loud enough to press thoughts into the background. The moment we walk in, Dawson’s posture changes. A subtle tightening at his shoulders, the way his eyes scan exits and corners before he can stop himself. He catches me watching and forces a slow exhale, grounding.

“It’s nice to meet you, June.” She takes his hand. “Nice to meet you too, Knox. You look… familiar. I’m trying to place your face.” He smiles. “A million people look like me, I guess.” “No. I’m good with faces. And yours is quite distinctive.” She squints. “Ha! I remember. You own that underground club. Obsidian, isn’t it?” Knox’s eyebrows rise. “That’s correct.” But I’m the one more shocked. “How would you know about that, Grandma?”

While they walked, they even bickered the same way we all did. “Luna, Beta, Gamma.” I heard Roman and Moxley greet them as they emerged through the door into the hall. I heard the voices of Halas and Easton right after, confirming the plan worked. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” --- The music was loud, the bass pumping so hard you could feel it a block away. Luckily for us, daddy owned this club with Uncle Nate. It was one of their many side businesses they had along with their construction company. I knew all the bouncers since I would visit daddy at work after school when there was nothing to do. This was a club solely for the supernatural, so if you were human, you were denied access or

Tracie felt heat overtaking every cell of her body. "Uh huh." She closed her eyes and tried to push herself toward his hand, but he had his other arm wrapped around her and held her firmly in place. "Dallas took me to a private club he belongs to called October." "What?" "October. The owner named it for the month of his birth. A very innocuous name for a place where you can explore different types of sex play." "D - Different?" She knew she should be paying better attention but she wanted to come so badly and he was just toying with her.

"Yeah, I'm coming out, just a moment." We arrived at the Daxology Club. This exclusive club serves multiple purposes, similar to a pleasure club, and is only open to members of the most prestigious clans. Apart from the fact that it serves multiple purposes, I am utterly confused about what else this club offers. The Martinellis sure know how to throw a farewell party; Astrella is really lucky, her hubby is so extravagant. When will I get to have that?

Not that it matters, nothing she says will stop me from wearing it. Her version of “decent” is what I’d call nun attire. She picks out what looks like a full-length gown. Boring. ✧✧✧ And now, here we are at the infamous Daxology Club. An exclusive, members-only establishment catering to the wealthiest and most powerful clans. It’s a blend of a pleasure club and a high-end social hub, though I’m still unsure of everything that goes on here. This is only my second time, after all.

Adrian smiled faintly before speaking again. “There’s a club downtown called Eclipse. We could reserve a section there tonight.” Olivia nearly screamed. “Oh, we’re doing rich-people celebrations now.” I covered my face laughing. “So?” he asked calmly. “Are you coming?” I looked between both of them, already realizing refusal wasn’t going to save me anymore. Then I laughed quietly and nodded once. “Fine.” Olivia pointed at me immediately. “She said yes!” The department erupted again while Olivia immediately started talking about outfits, drinks, and playlists before anyone could stop her.