Becca.
The moment we arrived at Club Velvet, I knew I had made a good choice to go out. Allegra had outdone herself with getting me ready, so much so, I didn’t even recognize myself when I looked in the mirror.
Stepping over the threshold, I was met with an erotic sight I hadn’t expected. Unlike last time, where it seemed more angelic and sexy, this time it was dark and sinful, and everything about it was utterly exotic.
“Let’s get a drink!” Allegra yelled over the music as I smiled and nodded.
The last time I had come, James swept me away to a private room. Then, for most of the night, we stayed there while the rest of the people at the club partied out here.
This time, she was showing me the true meaning behind the Club Velvet feel. Dancers on stages, and even women on poles and in cages, littered the area. Sex was the appeal, and the club went above and beyond to reach it.
“This is incredible,” I said to no one in particular, but Neal seemed to catch on and laughed.
