They followed the receptionist into the elevator and went up to the third floor.
A guide in a silver mask and black cloak greeted them and led Wen Qian and the others forward.
Heavy, soundproof doors were pulled open from either side, and the once-muffled music instantly blasted out. Dazzling lights pulsed in time with the thumping beat, inviting everyone to unleash their joy and passion.
This was the largest nightclub in South City.
Every night at nine, performers would take the stage one by one for musical and dance acts.
After ten, the opening acts ended and the DJ took over. People of all kinds writhed on the dance floor, bumping into each other and waving their arms. The scent of alcohol saturated the air, creating another world entirely, one filled with passion.
A tipsy Chi Ye was sitting with a woman in the most secluded booth. He was leaning forward, his hands wrapped around her slender fingers, his eyes brimming with affection.
