POV: Sophie
The atmosphere inside the clubhouse was never still, never quiet. It was a world of constant movement, full of voices, music, and bodies shifting around like pieces on a chessboard. But instead of feeling part of it, I often found myself on the outside, watching everything unfold from a distance.
Today was different, though. The tension from Burn and the club had bled into the rest of the group. There was a sense of something brewing in the air, but that didn’t mean the clubhouse had stopped moving. Not in the slightest.
In the corner of the main room, a group of women lounged across the couches, their laughter spilling over the low thrum of conversation. They weren’t worried—not like I was. They didn’t carry the same weight in their eyes. The S.L.U.T.S—Sexually Liberated Un
