Three days ago, the wolf clan’s royal enclave, Nightvein Nexus, pulsed with life.
In the heart of the bustling casino, Emberdome Vault, the night was at its peak, the air thick with clamor. The grand hall thrummed with voices, a symphony of wealth and indulgence. Scantily clad servers—men and women with flawless features—wove through the crowd, trays laden with drinks. Their deft hands ensured no guest’s glass stayed empty, each alcohol-laced offering paired with a beguiling smile, calculated to loosen inhibitions and wallets alike.
Only the elite dared to revel here, their fortunes as vast as their appetites. Generous patrons tossed tips into servers’ cleavage with a smirk, while bolder ones, struck by desire, might pat a server’s hip, signaling a swift elevator ride to a VIP lounge for
