The remaining three men stayed behind in the stifling lounge.
As the others moved towards the dance floor, Cixi discreetly let her gaze travel across the club once more, searching for Cassian, even though she had already told herself she should not expect anything from him. Hope had never been kind to her, yet it refused to die completely.
The dance floor was already crowded, with heavy House music vibrating through the floorboards.
Couples ground flush against one another, abandoning all caution. Hands roamed freely over hips and thighs, filled with fervour and not a hint of hesitation. Their eyes were glazed with insatiable lust.
Lily, Marion, and Cixi exchanged a look before stepping forward, each of them drawing a breath that seemed to lodge somewhere between chest and throat.
Unease settled in Cixi's stomach at once.
Offering to dance had seemed harmless from a distance. Now it felt like stepping into something she had gravely underestimated.
