Diane wore a tiny lace black dress which had a few holes poked in it, courtesy of Maya. And with every forced step she took inside the club, she got a few pairs of eyes glancing her way.
"Maya, please tell me, can potential wife materials be found in this kind of place?" Diane shouted to her good friend's hearing as she met a few gazes staring at her. She was uncomfortable.
"Who says we are here to catch a husband material here?" Maya almost laughed at her as she asked, "Do you want another heartbreak?"
Diane watched her steps as she allowed the other woman to pull her past through a sea of dancing sweaty bodies. She literally felt her OCD keeping in. She had completely forgotten about this side of a nightclub because she hadn't been in one in years.
Who knows if up to 60% of the people in that room freshen up after work before coming to a public place like this?
