The sleek black car came to a smooth halt in front of *The Clemort*, its neon-lit sign casting a golden glow across the polished pavement. The club's grandeur was evident even from the outside.
Towering glass walls shimmered under the California night sky, revealing glimpses of the opulent interior.
A line of sleek cars snaked around the corner, and a crowd of hopefuls dressed to impress lingered by the velvet ropes, their eyes brimming with longing and anticipation.
Ziora stepped out of the car and immediately froze. Her mouth hung slightly open as she took in the club's magnificence. "Oh my God. This is *The Clemort*," she whispered, awe dripping from her voice.
Diara stepped out next, looking curious. "What's the big deal?" she asked, glancing between Ziora and the club.
