Club senses

Denise orbited Franklin, along with his two pack mates and a female they’d found. Denise danced with other men, but mostly Franklin whenever he wasn’t exchanging money and white pills with strangers. The pills were stimulants—whoever took them ended up with a racing heart and a different chemical odor in their sweat. Oddly, Denise’s heart slowed instead, her eyes glassed, and her movements seemed entranced. Franklin danced nearer and nearer. Though she slapped at his hand once or twice, she became more languid the longer they went. Finally, she stopped protesting altogether and he found a seat on a nearby dais, pulling her into his lap, and though his rot was so thick Ryn could taste it even now, Denise fused her mouth to his. The deva’s stomach turned.


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