Different [sevika x black fem reader]

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Sevika's back was facing you, but she turned to you confidently, conflicting emotions in her eyes.

You let go of Karla's arm and walked closer to her. "Sevika, what's going on?"

Sevika's phone went off and she answered, moving off to the side.

You sighed. You made your way to Karla who held sympathy and guilt for bringing you out tonight.

She grabbed your hands. "Pobrecita." She rubbed your palm with thumb. "We don't have to continue. I can take you home and spend a night if you want?"

Your eyes met Karla's, but then you turned to face the alleyway and furthered your sight to Sevika. Her eyes met yours as she was handling her business on the phone. You rolled your eyes at her and turned away. "I need a drink.. plus I told a client I met today that I would be here." You could feel holes burning in the back of your head.

Karla felt uncertain, but she obliged and tried to lighten up the mood. "Well.. we getting close to that entrance! I've been dying to try out their cocktails. My girl, Tiffany, has not shut up about it."

You smiled. "She always hypes up drinks."

Karla replied with a wink. "And she's always right. We wake up not remembering shit every time."

You laughed together.

As y'all move forward, you couldn't help but look back to see if Sevika was almost done with her call, but you found her missing from where she was last put. You looked around, but you couldn't find her. You shook it off, not wanting it to interfere with the rest of your night.

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Karla held your hand as you walked inside the club. The music was blasting so loud, that your eardrums could have bled. But you always bring earplugs so you popped them in when you had the chance. Even that wasn't enough. When you both made it to the bar, the music was less overpowering, but near the VIP booths and private rooms, the music was tolerable.

Karla was able to find y'all spots by the bar, and began ordering drinks for y'all while you got a better look at the space and how compact it was. Vibrant hues of blues, purples and pinks poured all over the crowd, the LED sockets being the bucket.

The whole place had a rustic, steampunk, abandoned feel, like most places in the Undercity. To you, it was an added charm, for others, it needed a facelift. But they added luxury details through the furniture and decor, and attention to detail in general. When you looked at the ceiling, you could see multiple, different chandeliers dangling around. The crystals helped reflect the already blinding, colorful lights. Despite how well-lit the place was, it was still dim enough to add that seductive, mystery feel.

The whole place was huge. The majority of it being the "dance floor". Another big section was the bar. It was bigger than most bars at other common clubs, but it was surrounded by countless drunk, erotic loners that were either being manipulated or doing the manipulating.

The DJ was in her only little divided section that was safe from the overflow.

Surrounding the crowded main floor were scarce, scattered round tables and chairs that matched. They were mainly taken of course. Lining the perimeter were booths for VIP or rented out. There was a second floor that was another perimeter lined balcony of more booths. You stared at the seemingly suspicious and possibly dangerous individuals leaning on the rails to look down onto the dance floor.

You quickly looked away, thinking about the alleyway. But your eyes caught attention of the private rooms. You could only assume was mainly for sex with the local girls from the brothel down a couple streets, closer to your job.