I M P A C T || N.DRAGNEEL

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Entering the nightclub was like stepping into a vibrant and pulsating realm of energy. The air was thick with the rhythmic beats of music, reverberating through the space and urging bodies to move in harmony with the melodies. Multicolored lights danced across the dimly lit room, casting an enchanting glow on the diverse crowd. The atmosphere was a fusion of excitement and anticipation, with laughter and conversations blending seamlessly with the thumping bass. The décor, a mix of neon signs and eclectic artwork, added to the eclectic charm of the venue. As I navigated through the lively crowd, the occasional burst of laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of animated conversations created a symphony of nightlife, making the experience not just visual but a sensory immersion into the vibrant pulse of the night.

As I walked through the dimly lit hallway, the distant thump of the bass began to resonate through the walls, hinting at the lively pulse awaiting me. The closer I got, the more the rhythmic vibrations coursed through my body, creating an irresistible allure. Upon entering the club, the bass intensified, and I could feel its reverberations shaking my entire being. The atmosphere was electric, with neon lights casting dynamic shadows on the crowd. The air buzzed with excitement as people moved to the beats, their bodies swaying in synchrony. Each step I took further immersed me into the pulsating heart of the club.

Wendy intertwined her fingers with mine, guiding me through the bustling crowd. Her grip was firm, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she might inadvertently crush my hand in her tight hold.

She was dressed in a two-piece outfit, featuring a white mini skirt paired with a crisscrossed white long sleeve. Her hair cascaded freely around her shoulders, left open. Completing the look, she adorned heels embellished with a butterfly jewel atop her toes.

I skillfully navigated the crowd alongside Wendy, soon locating a mirror amidst the chaos to get a glimpse of my appearance.

I was adorned in a lace mini skirt paired with a neck-wrapping top, accentuated by lace that snugly embraced my waist, achieving the desired curved look. The top featured an opening around my chest fastened with a metal clasp between, leaving both upper and lower cleavage visible. Completing the ensemble, I wore heels that encircled my calves, catching the club lights and accentuating them in the vibrant atmosphere.

Regarding my hair, Wendy skillfully curled it and fashioned a half-up, half-down style, incorporating front pieces to frame my face.

We eventually reached the heart of the commotion, where everyone was pushing against each other, attempting to squeeze us into a confined space.

Wendy successfully guided us out and directed us towards a section clearly marked with prominent white letters spelling 'V.I.P.' I blinked in surprise as Wendy exchanged smiles with the security guard, seemingly the same man from the boxing arenas. I shyly smiled at him, and to my astonishment, he returned the gesture. All I could muster from him was a nod. He unlocked the metal lock, granting us access to the balcony where I presumed the others were gathered.

Wendy flashed me a reassuring smile, saying, "Don't worry," as she turned the knob. "They're nice!" With that, she opened the door, and I was greeted by the familiar announcer from before, now intoxicated and standing on a table, shouting nonsensical words while the whole group clapped in response.

Wendy maintained her grip on me, pulling me inside. "Hey, guys!" All eyes focused on us, particularly me. They appeared confused, not quite comprehending why an outsider had joined. "This is Y/n! A friend of mine from college!"

silence...

I managed a shy, hesitant smile and waved, "Hi..." The confidence I had when leaving her dorm had faded away.