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“A private room with a pole,” I told him without hesitation, my gaze never leaving Mirielle, who continued to stare at the ground in shame.
“Right away,” he blubbered, leading the way. “Please, follow me. Move out of the way. King Zen is coming through.”
I stared meaningfully at Mirielle. “You want to dance for someone?” I asked her gruffly.
She visibly swallowed and shrugged, shaking her head before shrugging again.
“Is that a yes or no?” I commanded. “Be clear about your desires.”
She threw her head back and met my eyes.
“Y-yes?”
“You don’t sound sure, Mirielle. I’m not forcing you to do anything. It’s your choice.”
She swallowed again, but this time, she nodded affirmatively, holding her head high. “Yes,” she answered with more conviction. “But I only want to dance for you.”
My dick twitched at her words, and a small smile curved over my mouth.
“Good. Then let’s make that happen.”
Chapter9
Mirielle
What the hell had I been thinking?
I hadn’t.
I had just reacted when I’d heard that Zen was leaving the castle. My natural instincts took over, and I shifted into my mouse form. The urge to follow him had overcome me, numbing my common sense, clearly. But after scurrying into the royal car, guarded by magic and driven precariously by Zen’s most trusted guards, I had already second-guessed my actions.
My tiny body crunched between the mats of the floorboards, waiting to arrive at the destination. The best I could do was wrap the length of my tail around my quivering form to stop myself from being noticed and hope for the best.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that we weren’t going anywhere related to the Order of Souls, the low talk in the car indicative of a quick evening out, not a confrontation.
“An hour or two tops,” Zen had said to the others.
“The staff already knows you’re coming, Alpha,” one of the guards had replied. “We called ahead to arrange your arrival.”
In my mind, I envisioned a restaurant, the idea of sneaking inside in my mouse body giving me anxiety now. The fact that I had been able to shift was wild enough, the action occurring almost without any thought. Shifting had come naturally to me.
I had not been expecting this club—whatever it was. Wandering through, I felt like an alien, staring at the contraptions against the flashing lights and thrumming music, like I was walking through a dream.
The salty, primal scents in the air activated something inside me, prickling my skin and shifting my form almost instantly back into my mortal body when my paws touched the sticky floor of the interior.
I found myself in a dim room, this one not overloading my senses but lit by track lighting. One rack of clothing seemed to be lined with uniforms, the sight of them puzzling.
Is this a place for medical staff?I wondered, spreading the garments apart, revealing a police uniform and a nurse’s scrubs. The more I searched through the stack, the more perplexed I became. There was no rhyme or reason to any of the clothing, and I didn’t understand what they were doing here, in a nightclub.
The second rack I came across was filled with colorful, provocative items, each dress calling to me more than the last, but at least they were dresses and not outfits for occupations. I settled on a crimson number that seemed made of vinyl, the piece hardly covering every part of me, but I was too entranced with the surroundings to care. My nudity was covered, but I quickly came to see that it didn’t matter: half the patrons in the joint were naked, twisted in various acts of lovemaking as I gawked.
This is where the king wanted to come? Why? What is it?
On some level, I felt like I knew, a tickle at the back of my mind telling me, but it wasn’t until I was faced with the two dueling couples, pressuring me to dance for them, that I fully understood the gravity of the situation I had walked myself into—or rather, followed Zen into.
This was a sex club.
The words popped into my head from thin air, and yet I knew exactly what they meant without any further elaboration. It was a place where deep, dark desires were played out in themed rooms or in open, common areas without shame or judgement. I’d followed the Alpha King into a sex club, and now he wanted me to dance for him.
