Sinner's Paradise|| 18+

Dangerous auction.

                                           Liliana's POV: 

After what Sofia had told me earlier, I could barely breathe, struggling to accept that this was now my life. The room around me, once a place I had just started to get accustomed to, felt different—more suffocating, more alien. I was lost in deep thought when a sudden knock on the door jolted me back to reality. My heart raced as I quickly stood up, cleared my throat, and called out, "Who is it?"

"It's me," replied a familiar voice. Recognizing the voice, I walked over and opened the door. There she was, struggling with a huge bag as she tried to place it on the bed. After finally managing to set it down, she turned to me and said, "It's makeup. I wanted to do it for you since you're too shy to come to the main salon." She must have noticed the confused look on my face because she quickly added, "But why do I need makeup? Am I starting today already?"

She walked over to me, holding out her hand. I hesitated for a moment before taking it, and she gently guided me to sit down. As she tied my hair back, she explained, "Every new angel must be named and be the star for the night." Her words were strange, unsettling even. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.

She continued, "And since your arrival coincides with the annual cartel meeting, you might even catch the eye of the hottest one after Luciano." She laughed slightly, though her tone hinted at something more serious. "No, seriously, he's mine. He always picks me when he's at the club," she added, her voice almost possessive.

The mere thought of Luciano sent a wave of dread through me. "I would rather die than be in the same room as him, so don't worry," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

She looked at me for a moment and then burst into laughter as if I had said the most ridiculous thing. She threw her head back, her laughter echoing through the room, before finally composing herself. "Babe, every girl would die to be in the same room as Luciano Santos," she said, her tone dripping with both amusement and a hint of envy.

I stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. This world I had stumbled into was nothing like I had imagined. I reached out, took the brush from her hand, and faced the mirror. "Well, not me," I muttered, more to myself than to her, as I tried to process everything that was happening.

After I finished with my makeup, I carefully packed everything back into the suitcase, placing it by the door as I waited for Sofia. She had promised to find me an outfit for the night, and though I trusted her taste, the anticipation only made my nerves worse. To say I was terrified would be an understatement. It was 9:30 PM, and Sofia had mentioned we would make our way to the VIP section, where the meeting was scheduled, by 10:00 PM. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and I could feel my anxiety building as I waited.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. My heart leaped in my chest as Sofia walked in, carrying more than five outfits in her hands. She looked stunning—dressed in a purple backless bodycon dress that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with six-inch dark purple heels that accentuated her height. Her hair was styled in a sleek, tight ponytail, showcasing her sharp features. She exuded confidence and elegance, a vision that left me momentarily speechless.

"Are you ready to pick your fit for the night?" she asked with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. But I was too busy admiring her beauty to respond right away. She was gorgeous, and for a moment, I stumbled over my words, "How are you going to dance in that outfit?" I asked, half-joking, trying to hide my nervousness.

She laughed softly, a melodic sound that eased some of my tension. "We don't dance on meeting nights. We just dress up, look pretty, and keep our guests entertained." Her tone was light, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that told me this was more than just a social event.