The Royal Dragon Palace
This was the crown jewel of City Z's underworld—a 24-hour sanctuary of neon and vice, catering to every fleeting mortal desire a customer could afford. Even on a weekend afternoon, the crowd was thick.
In this city, not everyone sought a quiet holiday; many craved the "hard" kind of entertainment that only a place like this could provide. Scanning the crowd, Leonardo even spotted underage faces. Despite the rules, the bouncers simply looked the other way once the right amount of cash changed hands.
The moment he stepped inside, the outside world vanished.
The vast hall was a void of artificial night, pierced only by the rhythmic strobe of multi-colored lights. A heavy, bone-rattling bass swallowed every other sound. On the main stage, a stunning female DJ in a micro-skirt danced with practiced grace. A rain of tips fell at her feet, and occasionally, a bold patron would climb up just to grind against her.
