The Crimson Den was exactly as she remembered.
Strippers on poles, Neon lights, scent of arousal and wine thick in the air it almost choked, and of course, bodies filling everywhere.
A lot of Luna girls were here, and they were either making out with the guys, or had their legs hanging in the air by the corner. Gasps and moans overlapped with the music, and Theo physically recoiled from it.
She had come here seeking some time away from the real world. Maybe watching the strippers would help, even if it did nothing to her. Even Seraphina yawned watching them.
Theo looked around, hoping to find an empty corner she could crash in. She was also hoping to run into the masked figure who had resumed stalking her. Who knows? He might just be the little birdie that told Heather about her.
