Chapter 218: Invitation To Debauchery

The air pulsed with music—sensual, slow, and hypnotic. It wasn't loud, but it wormed into Rex's ears and wrapped around his thoughts.

People were high. People were moaning. People were grinding. This wasn't a party anymore.

It was a ceremony of indulgence.

Golden curtains swayed as bodies moved through them, hands clutching whatever or whomever they desired. Rex could only stare, wide-eyed and rooted in place.

He had heard of these things before—dark rumors from the fringes of Hollywood lore. Stories passed down in anonymous forums and whispered in greenrooms: secret parties, ritualistic hedonism, moral abandon draped in velvet and diamonds. He always thought it was exaggerated tabloid nonsense, like the stories about celebrities being reptiles or secret cults in the hills.

But this?

He had thought that they were merely exaggerated rumors.

But this!

This was real.

This was happening.