The floor was awash in crimson because Lilith's blood was everywhere. And yet, the club members went about their business, dancing and drinking as if the gore were nothing more than a mere inconvenience.
The wealthy continued to allow their stomach to be massaged while those who were dancing on the dance floor continued dancing.
"Let's get going, Priscilla." The young man whispered, urging his companion to trail alongside him, unbothered by the fact that he had just struck a young lady to an unconscious point.
Priscilla nodded as she walked back to the bartender, grabbed a bottle of wine from him before proceeding to walk behind the young man who headed straight to the stairs.
No one cares about anyone.
But then…
"GRUULLL!" The loud groan of a young man rents the air of the entire clubhouse.
