Fiona's POV
Yep, the club was definitely not my thing. I stuck out like a sore thumb. Not only was this blue dress so damn tight, and my heels digging into the sole of my feet, but the men in the club were disgusting. Animals behaving much worse than the animals they already were.
“I don't want to do this,” I muttered to Ellen, my muscles stiff and unmoving. I had a bad gut feeling about the whole situation.
“Oh come on Fiona. We've already spent so much. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? There are a lot of good men here you know.” She said suggestively, shoving me further and further into the tight crowd of bodies melted against each other. I bit my lower lip, shuffling my feet forward.
Ragnar was with us, behind us actually, since he didn't like peasants and the clubs he
