Nicholas
I observe as Leroux steps into the club’s back room and carefully follow until I see two burly men guarding the doors. Thankfully, the dim interior creates a good cover for my presence. Keeping in the shadows, I watch as Leroux gives each man a stern nod and walks through the doors. Turning back, I walk through the crowd of scantily dressed dancers. The loud boom of the music blends with the crowd as beings of various genders and orientations enticingly dance for the audience, emitting groans and cheers.
While the audience is distracted, I rush up the steps to the second floor, confidently strut through the hall and slip into a nearby room. Thankfully, the space is empty. Reaching into my pocket, I slip on my voodoo beads and put them over my head. My nanny firmly practiced the
