Opulence hardly seemed the appropriate word. Ostentatious was more fitting. The Cypress Club was a mockery of a bygone era, bastardized to suit a fetishized idealism.
A gentleman's club.
There were women everywhere, and their most intimate parts were covered but still readily available for any man to touch. An even mixture of black and white-themed corsets exaggerated their feminine forms, accented with sparkling jewels. They were strewn with trays of champagne in hand and flocked around the small population of men and women in the club tonight.
Unlike the sea of flesh surrounding me, I remained, by comparison, overly dressed. My long dark hair was tied in an elegant low-bun to draw all the attention to the gorgeous black mermaid gown that adorned my body. My breasts were pres
