Chapter 107

• Upon entering, they were swiftly admitted by the bouncers stationed at the door. The bass reverberated through her very bones. Inside, the club was a realm of shadows interspersed with golden light, where the patrons artfully embodied a blend of wealth and indulgence.
• Waitresses gracefully maneuvered through the crowd, clad in sleek black dresses while balancing trays laden with aged whiskey and champagne. The air was thick with the scents of money, leather, and a familiar, suffocating arrogance.
• "This is utterly ridiculous," Eriel remarked, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief as she observed the striking art installations suspended from the ceiling. "What kind of club features sculptures like this?"