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The Persada Club is an extremely elite executive club. You don't necessarily need to have money to attend, but you do need to be in the right place at the right time with the right people. It's one of my favorite clubs in New York. Conducive to doing business, because no one here cares what the other is doing. I place my hand on the base of Angelic's spine. She looks around her, curious as always, anxious as always. Her steps are slow, for she wants to see everything her eyes can reach.

The music pulses low in the background, more ambiance than rhythm, a hum behind the clinking of glasses and the murmur of casual politics. PhantomMoon Pack’s elite gathering sprawls beneath the warm lighting of the private club, all velvet drapes and dark marble floors, like the night wore expensive cologne and whispered sins into eager ears. Orion leans against the back wall, one hand lazily wrapped around a glass of whiskey. His other hand rests on his thigh, fingers drumming in tune with his thoughts, which aren’t really here. He hasn’t touched the drink. The burn of liquor has lost its edge lately.

Errol was shaking his head, and Phoenix hurriedly went back to his office, making sure that no one would see how his hard shaft protruded in his pants. “Fucking boner!” He dumped his coat on the couch. He leaned his back and closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing steady to calm his nerves. After a few minutes, he called his secretary, Levi. “What is it, senator?” The twenty-five-year-old, newly hired secretary appeared in front of him with a tablet in his hand. “You want me to order you lunch?” Phoenix sat straight and waved his hand. “No, I want you to call a club named Valkyrie, it's a strip club. I want a VIP membership there, but use your name in the registration instead of mine.”

It was a quarter past ten. He must have gone out to seek pleasure from other women. Miya thought remorsefully. What aml going to do? How can I please him? He's so cold and unpredictable. About twenty minutes later, Xenon arrived at Above the Cloud, the grandest private club in City C, one of Uba's many properties. It's guarded by security guards around the club, and only people with power and prestige were welcomed here. As soon as Xenon's car pulled over, the doorman came over instantly and opened the door for him. All the security guàrds at the gate bowed and greeted Xenon courteously.

Her hair was up in a bun, a long curly strand of hair grazed her cheek. She was going to Phoenix for a business brunch with a well-known millionaire who wanted to rent Garvey’s Bar for a whole weekend for himself and his exclusive group of friends. He wanted to rent all the rooms in the hotel, too. The group got together four times a year to partake in sexual activities. The group is so large, exclusive, and rich that they rent out entire locations. This quarter they were looking at the infamous Orgy Bar. They thought the pictures on the website were rustic and wanted to do a western theme. They were willing to pay big bucks for the experience.

Ivy shook her head and also entered her room. Mirabel got into her room, opened her safe, and brought out a blue pill. She glanced at herself in the vanity and a mischievous smirk appeared on her lips. *. *. * The Perfect Garden It was the most talked about club in New York. Rich men and women of the country patronize the club and rumor had it that there was a slave trade going on there although nobody knew how accurate it was. When they stepped into the club, it was as noisy as Ivy presumed. They got a space in the VIP club and they took their seats.

It wasn't until I met Aeliana that I learned true unconditional friendship, and Stacey is coming close to it. Instead of Rivers, Stacey brought me out to Ryen, one of the clubs rumoured to be owned by Alpha Kingston. I like it, Rivers is my favourite, but Ryen is more sophisticated than Rivers, the audience is mature, and it’s very private, not crowded at all. There aren’t many clubs like this, it’s perfect for unwinding, and that's exactly what I’m doing. Sipping on Bloody Marys while swaying to the music at the bar as I flirt with the hot bartender in intervals. “Noah,” Stacey nudges me.

"Yes. Marcus can drive us down to this new place in the theater district; The Onyx. Liz said the rooftop views are incredible, and we haven't had a proper drink all week." I looked down at her, her eyes bright with a demanding, expectant sort of affection. I wanted nothing more than to go back to my penthouse, sink to the bottom of the pool, and let the water drown out the noise. But the mask had to be maintained. "Fine," I said, opening the car door for her. "Just one drink." The Onyx was exactly the kind of place Vivian loved; difficult to access unless somebody important already knew your name, dimly lit, with velvet booths and a sweeping view of the glittering Manhattan skyline.

Sex clubs are venues that are open to the public, have a reserved entry specifically for members, or are invitation-only. Nero "So the sex club we're going to is out of the city?" "Just about, it's currently run by my youngest, Constantine." "Right, by youngest you mean?..." I laughed and told her that for a hundred-year-old vampire, he's considered young.

“Yo, bro? Mind if I come over for a drink?” ... Red Club. Philip stood outside the elegant clubhouse—well known as being unlike any other club in the city. Despite its name, this “clubhouse” served only juice, tea, and coffee—no alcohol at all. The corner of his mouth twitched as he cast a sideways glance at Taylor. “This is the ‘great place’ you were talking about?” Taylor gave a calm, gentle smile. His eyes naturally curved when he smiled, the creases adding to his composed and refined aura.