The Supreme Luna
The building was enormous, three stories, with lavishly polished wooden decor, making it vastly different from Southern Star Club.
The atmosphere of this club sent a chill down my spine. I never expected Gabriel to hold my party in a sex club. Sweet Orange had a logo of a half-cut-open orange, with most of its walls painted gray—contrasting with various orange and gold decorations.
From the outside, the club looked like a regular private lounge. But once inside, the doors were shut tight, and I could hear moans seeping through each one. They tried to drown out the sounds with loud, thumping music, but Mythril’s sharp hearing could distinguish the noises of women in heat from the bass of the
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