Chapter 23: The Snake And The Weasel

Roman “When we agreed to go on… this with you, I never thought we'd be coming to a place like this.” Chloe took a sip of her drink, “Well, Dean brought the idea. I just went along… but isn't it wonderful? We get to have such scandalous fun before the wedding.” She giggled like a junkie while gesturing to the lush environment. It wasn’t sleazy like some of the ones in Philly. This is upscale and luxurious. You could tell that shit goes down in here and not a whisper of it is heard outside these walls. No blinking neon signs or sticky bar stools. The lighting was low and warm, casting honeyed shadows over velvet booths and polished floors. Everything smelled like money, expensive perfume, cigars and mystery. Dancers moved like silk across the stage, twisting, curling, bending in ways that made physics weep. Wearing nothing but skyscraper heels and diamonds. And yes, I've frequented lots of these places. I'm actually a VIP client at one back home. All work and no play, makes Roman a very