The rhythmic "thwump thwump" of the base filled the air even as the door was sealed shut. The room was one that was as familiar as the music was. The song didn't matter, but the base could always be felt.
Three couches lined the walls of the room, with a table in the center that normally would have been covered in drinks, drugs, and anything else anyone could dream of needing in this club.
The smell of old perfume haunted the room, along with the old scent of sex and heats.
However, the three men who met there, the youngest being the last to enter, wanted nothing of what the room usually saw.
Instead, fancy food lined the table. Thick cuts of meat, decadent potatoes, and fresh veggies filled the space. A few bottles of wine scattered throughout, with only one extra glass on the table. The other two were held by the two men already in the room on their assigned couches.
