The air in Cloud 9 was thick with sweat and perfume, bodies pressed together in a writhing knot of music and laughter that only grew filthier as the night rolled on. The pulse of the club pounded in Joon-ho's chest even from behind the heavy velvet curtain of the VIP room, each bass drop vibrating in the glass of whiskey he cradled between his hands. Outside, the world was a blur of glitter and abandon; in here, a fevered hush lingered, sticky with the scent of sex, alcohol, and too many whispered secrets.
