Night fell, and the sex club finally kickstarted its activities.
By this time, Genevieve's eyes were sharper than ever, instead of bleary like they were supposed to be. The Midnight Nectar had done something, alright, just not what anyone expected. Her limbs weren't sluggish. Her mind wasn't foggy. If anything, she felt bolder. Restless. Like something inside her had been lit on fire and was now pacing impatiently beneath her skin.
The book she had been reading wasn't helping matters either. Not in the slightest.
Every flip of a page had her cursing, screaming at the fictional female lead, egging her on like a sideline devil.
"Yes, girl, just sleep with him! Do it!"
She slammed her hand on the armrest.
"What now? You already did it with so many men, so why not do it with one extra person."
