EMBER'S POV
The club is called Naughty or Nice.The club is called Naughty or Nice.
And based on what I'm seeing through the entrance, "nice" was never really an option.
The venue has been transformed into some kind of Christmas fever dream designed by someone with a very, very dirty imagination.
Red and white lights pulse through artificial snow that falls from the ceiling, catching the strobe lights and making everything sparkle.
Giant candy canes frame the VIP sections, wrapped in red rope.
The bar is staffed by men dressed as—I'm not making this up—sexy Christmas elves, complete with pointed ears, tiny green shorts, and abs that could grate cheese.
And that's just the entrance.
"Holy s**t," I breathe.
"Told you," Queenie grabs my arm, practically vibrating with excitement. "
