Chapitre 207: Eyes That Burn    

[IRAYA]

The bouncer didn't even blink as I strode into the bar, my confidence sharp enough to cut through the thrumming bass that echoed against the velvet-lined walls.

This wasn't my first time in a place like this. I was in my twenties, after all. I understood how these high-end bars worked, especially this one—the kind of place where the elite came to drown their sins in luxury.

This wasn't your run-of-the-mill hangout where teenagers fumbled their way in with fake IDs, pretending to be grown-ups. No, this was a playground for the powerful and depraved.

Professional dancers writhed in gilded cages, their movements hypnotic under the strobe lights, while men in bespoke suits threw money like confetti, paying for pleasures that promised to touch the heavens.

Every corner dripped with opulence and indulgence, and the air itself was charged with forbidden temptation.