TAMARA
The moment we stepped inside, the air changed. Heavy bass rattled through my chest, thick with smoke and sweat, but it wasn’t just music here, it was a pulse, alive and hungry.
The lights were dim, blood-red strobes slicing through the dark, catching faces twisted in ways that made my stomach clench.
People weren’t just dancing; they were devouring each other. Bodies pressed together like they wanted to tear skin apart, mouths dragging, hands grabbing with no shame. In one corner, a woman laughed as she poured her drink over a man’s chest, licking it off while he grinned like it was normal.
Another group had masks, animal skulls, leather, glittering spikes, and they moved through the crowd like predators, choosing who to pull close.
The walls dripped with black paint, mirrors
