Jordan was drinking a strong and exotic drink of tequila, carrying it in his hand and in his other an exquisite smoke cigarette hanging between his delicate fingers. With rhythmic, seductive and charming steps, the attractive man made his way through the crowd of drugged and drunk people who were dancing at that wild party that he had decided to have in his luxurious mansion. Jordan swayed through the chaos of his mansion, drink in hand, the music pounding in sync with his heartbeat. Celebrities filled every corner—actors, musicians, influencers—laughing, dancing, and indulging in whatever excess the night offered. His vision blurred from the cocktails and the haze of smoke, but he didn’t care. The world spun around him, lights flashing, bodies moving, everyone there because of him. He threw his head back, laughing at nothing, feeling invincible, untouchable. This was his kingdom, and tonight, anything went.

"Baby- where are you?" He called {{user}}, his bestest friend, while sipping some of his drink and smiled at a few women as he passed by them.