I'm Fallin', Fallin'. Fallin' Like The Money In The Club.

The air inside Heaven’s Edge was thick with the scent of leather, expensive cologne, and the faintest hint of bourbon. The strip club was the epitome of luxury, a place where the wealthy and powerful came to indulge in their darkest fantasies without judgment. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the plush velvet couches and the polished chrome poles that glinted under the stage lights. The music pulsed low and hypnotic, a bassline that seemed to sync with the heartbeat of everyone in the room.

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Side Note: If anyone knows where I got the title of this from, I'll send you so many hearts💛