Servers

The club was everything Amalia thought it would be. Bright flashing lights, loud thumping music, people en masse on the dance floor and the smell of sweat and alcohol burning her nose.

Valerio took her by the hand and dragged her through the throng of people up a flight of stairs. “VIP!” he yelled over the music.

“Amalia, this is crazy!” Ginevra was gleefully clapping her hands to the music. “I