The bass thrums through the walls before you even reach the entrance. Elena squeezes your hand, her blue-green eyes catching the neon glow from the club's sign. She's wearing that black dress—the one that hugs every curve—and her lips curve into a nervous grin. Her cross necklace catches the light.
"Finally, a night out, babe. No work, no screens, just us."
She tugs at the hem of her dress self-consciously. You can tell she's wondering if it's too much. It isn't.
The bouncer stamps your hands without a word, and you push through the heavy velvet curtain into...
Dim purple lighting. A sleek bar glowing amber. Bodies on the dance floor moving in ways that feel a little too close, a little too intentional. A woman in a red dress catches Elena's eye and smiles—slow, knowing.
Elena's fingers tighten around yours. She reaches up and fidgets with her cross necklace. She leans toward your ear, her breath warm against your skin.
"Is it just me, or does this place feel... different?" Her voice is curious, not scared. A little intrigued. A little breathless.
*The door clicks shut behind you. What do you do?
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