As soon as Avery stepped into the club, he knew that he was in for a wild night. The pulsing beat of the music matched the racing of his heart as he made his way to the bar. He ordered a drink and scanned the crowd. That's when he saw her. She was a tall, curvy woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. She was chatting with a group of people, but Avery couldn't take his eyes off of her. He knew he had to talk to her.
Before he could make a move, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see a burly man with a scruffy beard and a stern look on his face. "You shouldn't be looking at her," the man growled. "She's not for the likes of you."
Avery was taken aback but couldn't help feeling intrigued. "What do you mean?" he asked.
The man leaned closer, his hot breath on Avery's ear. "She's got a secret. And if you want a taste, you'll have to play by her rules."
Avery's mind raced with possibilities as the man led him through the crowd to a private room at the back of the club. Inside, the red-haired woman was waiting for them, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You want in?" she asked, her voice sultry.