The hall was thunderous—light poured in waves from the ceilings like a living aurora, bouncing off crystal chandeliers and catching every shimmer of glitter and skin. The bass thrummed beneath their feet like a second heartbeat.
"What the hell is this crazy set up!!"
Violet screamed, her voice cutting through the music like a whip. All heads turned, the tension snapping into the open like a crack of lightning.
"Are you crazy, Violet?" Olivia whirled on her, brows drawn, sequined dress swaying with the motion.
"Olivia, can't you see this?" Violet waved a hand around in disbelief. "They turned the main hall into a nightclub!"
Spotlights streaked purple and red across the grand chandeliers. A DJ booth stood at the far end, surrounded by velvet ropes. Silk drapes lined the walls. Booths, poles, and golden cages had replaced the usual regal tables. The scent of perfume and champagne clung to the air.
"Isn't that how it's supposed to be? It's a strippers and seductress party for fuck sake."
Olivia rolled her eyes, tossing back her drink as if to say lighten up.
"How much did Blue spend on this party?" Violet asked again, her voice sharp.
"Some millions, I guess."
"Why?" Violet's brows shot up, voice raising a pitch.
"Why?" Daisy looked at her like she'd just asked the dumbest question on earth, then suddenly burst into laughter that rang like chimes through the heated air. "She's not stingy like you, Violet. Moreover, she has tons of money to spend. She's the queen of the courtesan house—their treasury is overflowing!"
"I'm not stingy, Olivia," Violet snapped defensively.
"Of course you are!" Olivia tossed her hair with a grin. "I mean, where's your briefcase of money to squander today?"
"I brought money with my Birkin bag!" Violet shouted, yanking the brown Birkin up to their faces and shaking it dramatically, stuffed with crisp bills. The movement sent gasps and laughs echoing around them.
"Give it back to your escort, you don't have to carry it down here."
"Why would my escort carry a bag that I spent a fortune on?"
"A fortune? Is it not just $200k?"
"$250k, dumbo!"
"How much is $250k, stingy girl?"
"It's a lot of money, bitch!" Violet snapped and stormed off, heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor, heads turning in her wake.
"Yah!!" Olivia screamed after her, making others laugh.
Daisy reached for her arm, dragging her back with a laugh. "Calm down! Don't ruin the fun."
"She called me a bitch!"
"The way you also used to! Let's go to the party now, please."
"Now this is the best setup I have ever seen for the seductress night."
"Yeah, Dream, I love it too! I'm happy that we got invited."
"Blue is so kind. She invites everyone into the courtesan house and even makes it this grand."
A spotlight pierced through the room, and a hush followed Daisy's voice.
"Hello everyone! This is Daisy, your co-host for the grand event of the year! Yes! Tonight is the strippers and seductress night! The courtesans show off their wealth and worth and right now I'm presenting to you the seductress performance by the show host—Blue!"
She stretched out her hand toward the stage. A low gasp rolled through the room like a wave as the light landed on the center pole—Harper stood there, veiled in silver and blue, backup dancers flanking her like celestial shadows.
Quincy leaned back slightly, lips curled into a smile. "What is she up to now?"
Music swelled—"Influence" by Chris Brown began slow, then surged into the room with sensual force.
As the beat dropped, Harper began to move—slow, fluid, magnetic.
"Dunno she can dance like this!" Quincy chuckled, his brows lifting. "Right, Quincy!" Daisy chimed in beside him, watching Harper move like smoke wrapped in silk.
The dancers began peeling her robe away, slowly revealing her icy-blue pin-down dress, glinting like frost in moonlight. Black-stone embroidery shimmered with every subtle movement. Her white knee-high boots kissed her toned legs, and her arms glinted with golden jewelry. The crowd was enchanted.
"Oh my God," Quincy exhaled, voice tight. "She looks hot as fuck."
A dancer slipped her veil off—Harper's red lips curled slightly. She took a white glass and slid it on. Seductress incarnate. The crowd erupted.
She stepped to the pole, elegant and dangerous. With fluid strength, she raised her legs and inverted herself around the silver bar, rolling her body downward like water, like sin.
"Blue is insane! Where did she learn all that?" Olivia cackled.
"She is so good!" Jade gave a thumbs up, nearly spilling her drink.
Second verse. Harper descended like royalty, hips swaying, every step hitting the beat. She walked toward Quincy—his eyes never left her.
The spotlight followed her like a magnet to his soul.
She circled him. He didn't blink.
She slipped behind him and let her fingers trail down his chest—slow, deliberate. Her breath ghosted across his skin as she kissed the base of his neck, moving upward. His jaw tightened.
Her hand slid under his tee—his breath hitched.
Then she swung her leg up and rested it on his shoulder. Quincy's hand instinctively grasped it, caressing slowly. He looked like he was ready to combust.
She dropped the leg and sauntered in front of him, then bent low—hips rocking to the beat—until she was seated between his legs. The crowd screamed.
"Oh, Harper! What are you doing to me?" Quincy muttered, helpless.
She turned, straddling him. Arms wrapped around his neck. Bodies pressed. The entire room held its breath.
She leaned in—so close he could taste her breath.
But instead of a kiss, she pressed a single finger to his lips.
His face fell in shock.
The crowd exploded.
"Blue is crazy! She took this to another level!" Violet screamed, jumping up in excitement.
Harper dragged her fingers through his chest, slowly, purposefully, then gripped his jacket and pulled him closer.
She licked his lips—then his nose—before winking.
"Fuck…" he growled, lips parted, eyes wild. He bit his lip hard, trying to hold himself together.
She bent again, this time slower. Her hand snaked down his body, lower, until it cupped the part of him screaming for her. She lingered there—teasing, claiming—then slid her hand back under his tee to continue caressing him.
"That girl is gonna be the end of Quincy!" one of the companions shouted. Laughter broke out in every corner.
"I would like you to do that to me too, Lilith."
"Right, boo! I'm starting my class tomorrow ASAP! I'm gonna do that to you however you want it!"
The music faded slowly, like a slow exhale.
Harper sat back down on his lap—this time crashing her lips on his.
Quincy grabbed her like he'd been drowning and just found oxygen. The kiss was deep, urgent, possessive.
"Hey guys! You are still outside, please," Daisy said loudly, stepping in front of them and prying them apart like a referee with wide eyes.
"You just ruined the fun, this girl," Quincy said, smirking as Harper laughed into his shoulder.
"You can go take a room if you can't hold it in, please."
"Let's go inside, Harper." He started to rise, but she pushed him gently back into the seat.
"No. The party just started officially. I will go change my dress and come back." She stood up slowly, confidently, walking away as every eye followed her.
Quincy stayed seated, jaw clenched, pulse visible.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
I'm fucking the hell out of this girl tonight! he screamed in his head, his grin feral, his gaze burning.
The heavy bass of the music thudded through the hall like a heartbeat as Harper re-entered the scene. The dazzling lights flickered over her sharp silhouette—black blazer cinched at the waist, black high-knee boots clicking against the marble floor, hair slicked back into a tight ponytail, and dark sunglasses resting confidently on her nose. She didn't just walk in; she danced in, swaying her hips to the rhythm with an intoxicating charisma that instantly drew eyes.
The crowd parted subtly as she passed, whistles and cheers breaking through the music. Quincy leaned forward slightly, an appreciative smirk growing on his lips as he watched her approach with a bold grin stretched across her face.
"What a night!" she screamed excitedly and dropped herself beside him. Without hesitation, Quincy grabbed a bottle and held it to her lips, pouring the drink directly into her mouth while she laughed between gulps.
"I think this is the best party I have ever been to."
"Me too baby! Unveiling my goofy side tonight!" Quincy replied, his arm slung lazily around her shoulder, clearly enjoying her energy.
All around them, the courtesans were deeply entangled in the festivities. Strippers were performing all across the hall—grinding, flipping, and dancing on poles as money rained around them. Bundles of bills were being sprayed into the air like confetti. Some courtesans were bouncing on their companions' laps, others twerking with their heels in the air. The entire hall pulsed with heat, sound, and euphoria.
"I want you to have all the fun baby!" Quincy whispered, his voice low and sultry.
"Permission to defeat everyone, daddy?" she asked flirtatiously, her breath grazing his neck.
"Squander my money, baby girl!"
She kissed him again, this time deeper, needier, grinding her lips against his before pulling away to grab the bottle again. A second wave of alcohol hit her, and her laugh turned breathy and wild. She stumbled onto the table, barefoot now, clutching thick bundles of cash.
"Your host is up!" she shouted, arms stretched wide like a queen overlooking her empire.
Heads turned toward her. Cameras flashed. A spotlight followed her as she twirled around, laughing wickedly. She threw a wad of money at Daisy, then passed some to Jade and Violet, her generosity boundless and chaotic. Every time she scattered a stack of cash, someone was already running in with more. The floor was a sea of green.
She jumped off the table and went to her knees between Quincy's legs, smiling up at him like a mischievous kitten. He chuckled and ran his hand through her ponytail, stroking her head affectionately.
"More!" he said, handing her another bundle.
She climbed back up, throwing the money wildly, spinning and dancing with it like a storm. Sage kept walking in with fresh cash, piling it into her arms, which she immediately hurled into the crowd.
From the sidelines, a group of spectators gaped in awe.
"Why is Blue dashing out money? I didn't even spend my money this night."
"She's spending it because she has it!"
"Quincy is using her to show off."
"She has spent millions in few hours."
"He won't feel it anyways."
"Yes, he wouldn't even if she spent a billion tonight, he would not feel it."
"Yah Violet!"
Olivia spun toward her with a playful glare.
"Olivia what is it?"
"Blue has dropped so much money for you to spray the strippers but you barely spent one bundle at all."
"How is that your business?" Violet snapped, crossing her arms defensively.
"You can't spend your own money now they gave you more you still can't spend it."
"I'm not Blue I can't spend money anyhow."
"Stingy goat."
Violet's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What? Did you just call me a goat?"
"Yes I did! What would you do?"
"Beat you up of course!" Violet rolled up her sleeves, stepping forward. "Come here."
"I'm coming right!" Olivia moved closer and shoved her slightly. "Beat me up, okay! This is the right opportunity for you to be thrown out of the noble's hall!"
"Damnit! I will deal with you some other time!" Violet said and walked off fuming while the rest of the girls burst into laughter, shaking their heads and clapping.
Back near the main seating, Harper had nestled herself into Quincy's lap again, draping her arms around his neck, her head buried into the crook of his neck. She inhaled deeply, clinging to him like a sleepy child clinging to a pillow.
"Are you tired baby? The party is still on?" Quincy asked softly.
"My hand hurts from throwing money." She whined dramatically.
"You haven't spent enough."
"I did! I spent millions, I gave all the courtesan money."
A voice called out from the stage, loud and clear.
"Blue!"
Harper turned her head lazily.
"Yes?"
"It's time."
She perked up slightly and smiled, cheeks flushed with wine and wildness.
"Oh!"
Quincy blinked and looked at her, curious. "What's that?"
"The best part of the night is about to happen!"
"Now what's gonna happen?"
She stood up slowly, brushing off her blazer, and looked at him with a teasing smirk.
"I'm leaving for a few minutes, you can come with Sage after a while."
"Alright baby."
She leaned in, kissed him passionately—slow, sensual, and lingering—then pulled away with a gleam in her eyes.
"I'm leaving for now!" she called out over her shoulder, still looking back at him with a radiant smile.