Sutton wound his way through the crowd and claimed a table, possibly held in reserve at all times for him and she sat in the brocade chair, gulping with anxiety as her gaze took in the surroundings.
Pure hedonism. That was the only way to describe what she was seeing.
Everywhere she looked, there was something sexual going on. The dance floor writhed with bodies, some nearly naked, and in darkened alcoves and hallways, actual sexual acts were happening.
She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth in shock.
“Where are we?”
Sutton grinned. “Welcome to Malvagio, my sweet pet.”
She swung her startled gaze back to Sutton. “Malvagio? What is that?”
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