The pulsating beat of the music enveloped the VIP floor, casting a vibrant, rhythmic spell over the night. Ian, Seb, Gabe and Lucy, sat at a plush, crescent-shaped booth, their presence commanding attention amidst the kaleidoscope of lights as they each nursed their drinks.
Seb leaned back against the plush upholstery, his dark hair slicked back, a sly grin playing on his lips. His eyes scanned the room, catching the appreciative glances from the ladies in the vicinity.
Ian, also in the mood to wind down, tapped out a rhythm on the table with his fingers, while winking flirtatiously at a woman who'd caught his eye.
Lucien, on the other hand, seemed impervious to the attention that his boyish charm and disheveled blond hair earned from the ladies.
