Chapter 895: Opportunity Of A Million

Clubbing was… truly an experience. 

It was the least Michael could say should he be so coerced to provide a personal opinion. 

He wasn't a complete stranger to the concept, having heard passing mentions of it in his wanderings through town, as well as having strolled past the occasional neon-lit signs late in the evening. Music and dance, he's done his fair share of festivities before. 

Yet, that being said, in spite of adequate knowledge and grasp of the whole thing, a stranger he did still remain. 

To the pounding rhythmic beat, to the putrid stench of smoke, and to the weave and sway of dozens of sweaty bodies - quickly and disorientingly, Michael utmost attempted to adapt.