The club pulsed with heavy bass, neon lights flickering across the writhing bodies on the dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and temptation
Mia, draped across a plush couch, was the center of attention. She leaned back, a glass of red wine in her hand, her lips glistening as she took slow, teasing sips. The men surrounding her watched her like wolves, eager, hungry. She indulged them, trailing her fingers along their arms, whispering sweet nothings before pressing lazy, tipsy kisses to whoever she pleased
Mia
Smirking, eyes hazy with pleasure "Luna, why are you sitting there like a nun? Live a little."
Luna, sitting on the farthest end of the couch, clutched her drink tightly, her fingers trembling slightly. She hadn’t taken more than a few sips, but she already regretted everything. The loud music, the suffocating attention, the way Mia was throwing herself into the night like there were no consequences
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