Unfamiliar with the strip club, Caspian went through the main entrance. Bundled up in a cosy coat with pins in his hair, he looked out of place amongst the seedy clientele that frequented the business.
The bouncer at the door took one look at his Mafia King and his second-in-command playing bodyguard to the Omega and wisely stepped aside to let him in.
Low, wide tables littered the dimly lit room, neon blazing from the walls and the tables, which doubled as stages for the dancers. Although it was difficult to see properly in the strobe lighting, an Alpha in a leather jacket easily found them.
"I'll lead you to the back," he let them know, muted admiration in his eyes as he took in the boss.
Conversation was a chore in the club, so Caspian just quietly followed after him, curiously taking in the scene around him. It was lively, with barely-clothed dancers spinning in time with silver poles.
