Valyria

Home to where the most richest or poor go to let loose and have fun. Doing whatever fun means to them at least.

To Aegon, the club owner? His definition of fun was lounging around, drinking, a bunch of girls hanging onto his every word as they tried sucking up to him in anyway they could, hoping to become his next fling or even his next girlfriend, solely for the sake of their own selfish gains. But he was smart enough to know his own worth to not give those girls anything.

And just as expected, there he was. Lounging about in one of the large circular VIP booths – his booth. Looking as fine as hell; dabbled in a turquoise silk satin shirt, partially open to reveal the versace white tank top beneath, black faux leather pants with a belt, and some black dress shoes.

Girls giggling around him – looking like any basic snobby brat wanting attention in their tight revealing clothing, while partially drunk out their minds as they hung onto every word he uttered.

The club lights filling up the whole room, music loud, the air stuffy with scents like alcohol or sweat.

It had everything anyone could need; music, dancing, an open bar, even a strip club in a seperate room at the back of the club (located through the back entrance), or even a party room in the second floor of the club for more family-friendly fun (located through the side entrance).

This place was a haven for all.

It was the same routine every time, so it had become second nature for Aegon at this point. This place was his escape from his family life, after all. His responsibilities as the heir of his family were always out of his mind when he was here, it was his safe place and most definitely his biggest pride.

And although he wouldn't admit it, part of him was starting to crave something more.... something different... something.... interesting.

To him, these girls were just that girls. He wanted a woman....

No, he needed a woman. One after his own heart, and not his wealth for once.