"Here," a brunette said, handing her keys to the valet, who inclined his head in acknowledgement before she waved him off.
Noisily chewing on gum, she entered the club. Being an exclusive member had its perks. She was given her chambers and had access to private entertainment— whatever kind she desired. This meant she could avoid the filthy public, a thought she relished. The idea of sharing a room and dancing with strangers, perceiving sweat mixed with cheap colognes along with enduring lustful advances from men irked her. The exclusive membership offered her the luxury of privacy.
Her heels went click-clack as she made her way to the entrance while the reporters rushed at her. She was the daughter of the most influential man in the city, so, of course, everyone knew who she was.
"Okay, eww and bye." She uttered in disgust as one of the reporters tried to touch her.
