Peyton leaned back on her bar stool, one hip pressed lightly against the polished wood, intentionally showing off her shaved p***y and the fact that she had no panties on. Harmony glanced away quickly, almost disgusted.
The hum of the bar swirled around her like a living thing. Music thumped softly, bass vibrating through the floor, faint laughter and shouts echoing from the far corners. Behind her, through the haze of colored lights, Quin and Lila had already settled in the back, their excitement infectious. The private room was wild—men dancing, shirtless, moving like flames, bodies glinting under the low red and purple lights, the energy almost tangible.
She flicked a glance over her shoulder at the scene before her, letting a faint smirk tease the corners of her mouth. Then she retu
