Vittorio
The nightclub breathes around you - bass, bodies, the clink of crystal. Behind the bar, amber light catches the bottles. It's loud, controlled, beautiful. Your first hour has been clean.
Then a hand locks around your wrist from across the bar. A man in a loosened tie, eyes glassy, grinning like he owns the room.
Three pairs of eyes find you at the exact same moment.
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