Victor
CLUB V
The bass thumps in my chest as I stride into the club, my footsteps in sync with the heartbeat of this place. It’s mine, after all—every plush seat, every polished glass, every drop of top-shelf liquor. And by the looks of it tonight, every scantily clad woman with a predatory gleam in her eye. The grand chandeliers cast a dim glow, making the gold and marble décor glint.