Chapter 103

Camilla has a group of friends at the far end of the darkest and most private part of the club. A roped-off, secluded area is being guarded by a heavily suited man who lifts it for us to get by. A table is already set up with trays of champagne and cocktails, and I am dragged to dance within them, looking around warily at this weird setup and wondering if all clubs have this roped VIP area on the floor. I guess this is for the important people who want to be down beside the action yet not dance beside the commoners. Or maybe Arrick booked the whole lounge upstairs, which is a compromise for regulars.

There’s a mix of men of various ages who look too old for the girls and women sexually gyrating into them or plain wrong for them. My first thought is how random and eclectic this group of people is, and something seems weird about the pairings. They don’t look celebrity, the men look rich, but the girls look decidedly ‘hookerish.’

It’s not like Arrick’s group of friends, wh