(VALENTINO'S POV)
I swear the floor feels like it's vibrating from the bass alone, that heavy, filthy beat of Anaconda by Nicki Minaj blasting through every speaker in the damn club.
It's opening night and The Garden of Eden is already packed wall to wall with hungry men who came here ready to burn through every cent they've got. Strippers glide down the chrome poles like their bodies are made of honey, every inch of them oiled and shimmering under violet lights.
One dancer spins around the pole till she drops to the floor and starts to shake her ass. Then she turns over and spreads her legs wide, showing off her G-string that's barely covering up her pussy. Another girl arches her back so deep she looks like the universe bent her into a question mark covered in rhinestones.
