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... with a vibrant energy. The sound of instruments and raucous, drunken laughter was a muffled, pulsing beat that was felt more than heard, even in the sound-proofed luxury of the private room.
Derek lounged in a high-backed, crimson-velvet armchair, one long leg casually thrown over the armrest. He stared, unseeing, through the one-way-glass window at the smoky, swirling kaleidoscope of dancers on the stage below. A half-full glass of wine was balanced lazily on his knee. He was the very p ...
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