Lydia's POV
Never have I ever in my life would I have anticipated spending my Friday evening witnessing a scene like this. My heart pumps down to my stomach, my gut feeling like it's about to burst open!
As I continue peeping into the private VIP room, I see around seven or more men, all huddled together on the big U-shaped couch. The servers kept bringing in drinks from the other side of the room, there must be a special counter in there.
"Oh...look at that one." Jose says, slapping a woman on her thigh as she groans and moves away. Why was she groaning? She looks very tired as well. All men are accompanied by many women of different shapes and colors, even ages. Three women, as far as I can see, are around 30 or older.
What is going on...?
There is a conversation that suddenly erupts loudly into an argument from the corner of the big huddled up group.
However...what happens next makes my stomach churn, but with disgust.