Music boomed through the club. Dim purple and crimson lights swept across the packed dance floor, catching on sequins, sweat-slicked skin, and the occasional flash of currency fluttering through the air toward the strippers writhing on the poles. Laughter and shouts competed with the pounding music.
In the elevated VIP section, Thea lounged on a plush couch with her two friends, glasses of expensive cocktails on the low table before them. Her little black dress clung to her curves, the hem riding high on her thighs as she moved to the rhythm. She laughed loudly, flicking her hair behind her ear. She screamed a joke to her friends over the noise.
One of her friends, Mia, with short brown hair, suddenly leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thea! Don't look now, but those two guys at the bar have been staring at you for the last ten minutes. Like, intensely."
