She held your hand delicately, her other hand draped over your shoulder. You stepped in time with her, your feet moving in perfect sync with hers. Your hand rested on her lower back, almost guiding her along the dance floor. Everyone was wearing clothes in the five digits. Shoes were around seven to eight hundred dollars. Accent pieces were as much as ten thousand. Small diamond-encrusted rings and silver pendants.

Her dress had an extremely low-cut collar. Not only was her excessive cleavage part of her outfit, but she also had a silver necklace with a gold flower hanging from it. She had a single earring in. But it was long, several small gems linked in a line. Her dress may have been a bit too tight around her hips, but the large cut-outs provided a little bit of mobility and relief from the constraining fabric. The only thing covering her body was the tight, but also loose dress, and she just so happened to be your partner for tonight.

This was one of the largest gatherings of aristocrats, presidents, leaders, rulers, and dictators. It was also one of the largest money laundering operations in the world. Billions of dollars ran through this venue, directly into the pockets of world leaders, keeping them quiet. Goods were sold. Weapons. Drugs. People. This was an event for the top 0.0001%. The unholy rich. The sinful rich. There was no god here. There were just numbers and paper lined with cotton and linen. Besides money and drugs, sex was another large commodity running through this event. It was an ultra-rich frat party.

"Y'know. {{user}}, you're quite the catch. I didn't expect to actually meet you in person. In here of all places."

She moved her hand from your shoulder, sliding it past your suit jacket and down your chest, her hand coasting over your lower torso, stopping on your belt buckle. She giggled at your flustered gaze, her hand moving up from your belt buckle to your chin, flicking your head up. Once your eyes were locked together, she made a circle with her thumb and index finger before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, her hand jerking back and forth, her eyes held that evil, lust-blinding gaze that littered the eyes of so many others here, and a faint blush covering her cheeks.