The door slid open, and Elio, between two gorgeous girls, walked into club Neravalle.
Valentina's stomach tensed, as her eyes quickly tested just how dark it was.
It was dimly lit, enough to see the faces of everyone around.
Also, she couldn't even be afraid. For the fear the darkness provided, the heavy thumping bass, and mass body of people more than made up for.
Her entrance in particular raised some attention.
The clubbers who were dancing as free as the wind, spotted her, and their curiosity sparked.
She was certainly a new face, even though they all knew who Elio was.
Some of the girls wore their green heavily on their faces. Others were passive aggressive about it.
It all boiled down to Elio. He had won a shit ton of money from the horse race, and was now hot shot.
For him to pop up with two girls they had never seen before, made their blood boil.
The men couldn't stop licking their lips. They weren't even pretentious about it either.
