Elias’ POV
The lighting in the club was dim, shadows dancing across velvet walls. Prominent men cloaked in darkness lurked among the crowd, each one chasing his own twisted desire. Women clad in lingerie moved across the stage, their faces concealed behind elaborate masks. They danced with a practiced rhythm, swaying fluidly to the pulsing beat of the music. Cheers erupted from the crowd as cash rained onto the stage. The men hollered, some standing on their feet as though the performance was more spiritual than erotic.
Even in my dark jeans and tight-fitting black shirt, blending in was a myth. I drew attention from the moment I stepped in, unwanted eyes trailed me, some filled with curiosity, others with boldness. Women approached, offering lap dances with suggestive grins. A few men w
