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Chapter 41

Keira

From the moment we step out of the chauffeured Rolls-Royce Beckett and Rhys hired for us girls, it’s an experience that tantalizes all the senses. Linked arm in arm, Arianne, Phoebe, and I traverse the long pathway towards the club that’s been transformed into a Vegas-worthy show. We’re in awe. Fire performers light up the night with their spectacular flames. A badass female knife juggler takes my breath away with her harrowing prowess.

Respect to her.

Acrobats dazzle with their awe-inspiring stunts. The beautiful white tiger is both frightening and alluring. Thank God the animal is kept in a cage, and its trainer gives off a strong ringleader vibe. There’s also a series of mystical characters greeting us as we trail along the red carpet towards the entrance.

Little did we know the magical setting outside the club was just the beginning.

“Holy hell,” I say.

“Wow. I mean, wow,” Arianne says.

“Ladies, we’ve arrived,” Phoebe says.

We’re rooted in place when we enter the main room at the club. Our gaze bounces to every corner. We’re surrounded by LA’s crème de la crème. Everything about our surroundings screams influence and prestige. I even recognize a few heavy hitters.

What a way to kick off the weekend.

“Beckett told me the room would be decorated to match the theme, but I didn’t expect this,” Arianne says.

“Rhys said the same thing,” I say. “This is spectacular.”

Arianne points. “Look at those.”

I marvel at the eye-catching and exquisite chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

“It’s like a movie—or video music—set,” Phoebe says.

She nailed it on the head.

Rhys didn’t downplay it when he said the owner of Dark Compulsion made it his mission to dazzle members––and guests––by creating an enchanted setting.

“Even the music is on point,” I say.

On cue, we lift our hands over our heads and do a sexy dance move before dissolving in laughter.

Tonight’s theme is slumber party. We had this oldies theme-appropriate song playing on repeat as we danced, sang, and shook our thing while getting ready at Phoebe’s place. Dark Compulsion’s slumber party has nothing to do with what we used to have when we were kids or teenagers. We’re talking about at a decadent get-together amongst beautiful people where men wear silk pyjamas and women wear sexy as fuck sleepwear.

Arianne, Phoebe, and I are dressed for the occasion. Our silk chemises and robes offer enough of a peek to entice, without giving away too much. Scouring the room, it’s clearsome women decided to be a lot bolder in their approach. Others are putting it all out there, strutting around in see-through lace chemises or mesh ones. They went as far as nixing the robe. Talk about dare to bare. We opted for something a lot less risqué.

I selected a bright-pink silk-satin combo with embroidered white flowers. It’s a bit of a splurge, but when the sales clerk told me it was hand-sewn by skilled artisans in Belgium, I couldn’t resist.

Arianne is channeling the femme fatale in her with a red and black combo.

Phoebe’s emerald-green combo looks striking on her.

My friends went the distance with faux-feather high-heel mules. I had to keep it to flat ones, which makes me feel short. At least I look good.

The shopping trip to French Appliqué is one we’re unlikely to forget anytime soon. To avoid mayhem due to my presence, I arranged for us to shop before the boutique opened on a Saturday morning. The selfies of the three of us were pretty hilarious. If I control what’s published on the internet, I have the upper hand.

“The vibe is so sexy,” I say, soaking it all in.

“So, so sexy,” Phoebe says.

“Good God, people are making out.” Arianne tilts her head and moves her eyes to the left.