Now that she had been dragged in, Nathalia thought she would just play along then.
Neon lights danced around inside the club. Loud dance music was blasting. Flirtatious laughter and exclaims burst out from clutters of young girls and boys now and then. Most girls were clad in tight dresses or crop tops and shorts.
Evette swam her way through the crowds, grabbing Nathalia's arm. Obviously, she was a regular there. They went up straight to the fifth floor, the VIP room area. The vibe was very different from the first floor. It was abnormally quiet. They zig-zagged through maze-like hallways in dim lights till Evette pushed a door open into a grand room where neon lights shone, and dance music blasted again.
Young girls in tight dresses were dancing with guys in shirts, shaking their bodies and heads exaggeratingly. They stopped to stare curiously, when the door opened, at Nathalia as if she was some sort of weird creature.
