Chapter 29: First-class Sin
Chapter 29 – First-class Sin
Inside.
The lounge shimmered with low ambient lighting—muted golds, indigo shadows, the occasional flicker of a floating crystal lamp drifting lazily near the high ceiling. Laughter echoed in delicate waves. Music played softly from unseen speakers. Sparkling wines and exotic fruit cocktails passed from hand to hand like gossip.
But in the private corner of the luxurious lounge, four women—draped in the kind of wealth that could bankrupt small nations—gathered around a round marble table beneath a hanging garden of bioluminescent roses.
Mira was the first to speak.
She held her glass lazily, swirling her drink like she was casting a slow, deliberate spell. Her dragon tail flicked once behind her chair, and her golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she turned toward Rava.
"I see you keep looking at him," Mira said without preamble, her voice a quiet drawl of velvet and steel.
Rava, lounging with legs crossed and a martini glass cradled in her fingers, raised an eyebrow. The kraken girl was barefoot—her high heels abandoned under the table, and a few strands of her midnight-dark braid had fallen loose.
"Not really," Rava said coolly, though her voice held the faint echo of tension. "I just saw Naomi choke him."
Fiera, perched two seats over, gave a little gasp and leaned forward, her fox ears twitching with interest. "Wait, what?"
Rava nodded. "Yeah. She stood up and grabbed his neck. Full grip. But he didn’t flinch."