Dante POV
I gently pull her toward a seating area, away from the center of the room. Her eyes catch on one of the podium cages, where a man is slipping money into a box. Without hesitation, he picks up a toy, and begins using it on the woman inside, his movements slow and deliberate. Luna’s gaze flits around the room, more erratic now, as if she’s trying to process everything at once.
“I—I...” She stammers, shaking her head as though to clear it.
“Green areas mean you’re open to being involved, red means you’re not to be touched,” I explain softly, pointing to the red-lit floor beneath us. She’s silent now, but I can sense the tension building in her. “Those in the cages, on the stages, they’re like the workers in the other rooms. The difference is they’re willing to have people pay to
