The heavy bass of Velvet Pulse hit them like a living thing the moment they stepped inside.
The club was alive, pulsing neon lights in deep purples, electric blues, and hot reds swept across the crowded dance floor, reflecting off mirrored walls and crystal chandeliers.
The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, sweat, and sweet cocktails. Bodies moved in sync to the thumping EDM, laughter and shouts cutting through the music.
VIP sections lined the upper level, but Stan guided Mia straight into the energetic heart of the main floor, his hand firm on the small of her back, fingers brushing the bare skin exposed by her crimson dress.
For the first hour, they lost themselves in the fun. Mia's eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy as she danced, her insane curves on full display. The short, tight dress clung to every inch of her, her massive, heavy breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement, the plunging neckline offering hypnotic glimpses of deep cleavage.
