As soon as Selene disappeared into the back section with the man, Ethan found himself standing alone in the midst of intoxicated strangers.
The atmosphere was chaotic—laughter, low murmurs, the occasional coughs of people too far gone in their stupor.
It was the type of place that stank of desperation, where pleasure and addiction blended together into a haze of self-destruction.
'Well, this place totally looks like a club that is filled with addicts….not that I am too far off with my guess. Still, let's not cause any problems or Selene will get angry at me.'
Ethan would have preferred to keep a low profile, but that quickly became impossible.
A group of women, their eyes glazed yet still sharp enough to recognize something valuable, noticed him.
With slow, swaying steps, they approached, their expressions ranging from playful curiosity to predatory interest.
"Hey there, handsome. Haven't seen you around before. Are you here to have some fun?"
