Hera POV
The call ends, and my phone pings with a location message.
I put the glass down hard on the bar, the loud clicking sound lost in the loud music of the club. The air smells of sweat and cheap perfume, people dancing under bright lights. It's a friday evening and those days spell recklessness.
I used to love them at some point when I would wear a mask to conceal my identity and take position in my favourite pole.
Can you imagine it? Me,a plus size in those sexy thigh high boots and lingerie swirling around the pole?
I used to do it for fun,it made me feel in control or when I wanted to hunt.
Nasty bastards love anywhere painted with sin and what better place than here at my club?
My boots hit the floor as I make my way out of the club and disappearing into our secret parking
