Stephanie's POV:
With some directions from passersby, I finally pulled up in front of the most talked-about club in town.
“De Den’s Club. Here I am,” I muttered to myself with a small, nervous smile. I turned off the car engine and stepped out, feeling the cool night air brush against my skin.
The club’s neon sign flickered above me, casting a glow that made the place seem alive. The air itself buzzed with energy, the faint vibrations of music seeping through the walls.
I joined the long line of people waiting to get in, their excitement palpable. The chatter, the laughter, the occasional sound of heels clicking against the pavement—it all made me feel like I was stepping into another world.
Finally, my turn came. I stepped forward, only for the security guard at the entrance t
