(third person POV)
Music thundered through the private club hard enough to make the crystal glasses tremble on the tables.
Vegas nightlife at its most excessive.
Purple neon lights cut across the dark room in waves while dancers moved around chrome poles under flashing strobes. Cigarette smoke curled lazily into the air above crowds drowning themselves in alcohol, pills, confetti. Men in tailored suits laughed too loudly. Women in glittering dresses leaned close enough to promise things they never intended to keep. Somewhere deeper in the club, someone sprayed champagne over screaming bodies while cash floated through the air like confetti.
Kaito Ishigami loved places like this.
Because places like this never asked questions.
