"So..."
Navarro began with an elongated, implying hiss. Miguel didn't hesitate anymore. He proceeded toward the cold doorknob, twisting it down and pushing it open as the dull pink light from the room seeped out like a storm being withheld for too long.
It cast contouring glows on the edges of their faces as they took cautious steps in, their eyes quickly scanning the entire place with predatory precision.
This section wasn't chaotic like the main club; it was soft, neatly curated, and decorated to a fault, a sanctuary reserved for silent luxury. The air here was filtered, expensive, and deceptively still.
But this glamorous décor wasn't the case study of the evening. The two men were here for business.
A few more calculated steps into the colourful room, Miguel and Navarro paused in their tracks, immediately straightening up as they exchanged a shared, suspicious, knowing glance.
