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The night rolled around and dimmed the desert land of Arak yet the opened sky allowed the moon to shine upon the kingdom along with the blinking stars that sprinkled the dark sky. Night in Arak was way different than in Inferno or anywhere for that matter. The vast land of sand gave the kingdom a universe like playground as they enjoyed their nights away.

Ah, yes. Nights in Arak are different because of the culture of night life in the kingdom. Arak is known for its religious practices as well as the people's welcoming presence that always soothe the guests. However, the Araks can be a little wild when it comes to their night life. As the sky darkened, the streets will be lit up with big fairy lights dangling from palm trees to palm trees, not too bright that will take away the fun. What fun you may ask? This is where it gets interesting in Arak.

The friendly kingdom is also known for it exquisite escort services and its law-free night life that includes drinking in the streets, having strippers right outside the clubs, women and men both served in special services. Its all unpunished and accepted by the law of Arak as it was considered as an essential for the work hard the people did in the day. Though it may sound reckless, Araks seemed to have mannerisms and boundaries flowing in their blood. It was as if they were born respectful and know which line to cross and which not.

It was a silent rule among them and it kept them well regulated even without authorities. No dirtying the streets, no love affairs in the night life, no violence and absolutely no disturbance towards the palace. Just like that, Arak's night life have been kept both sinful and saint at the same time, something they're well known for.

Having that said, you might get an idea why the young king of Inferno bonded well with the Araks. He might or might not have fooled around in their night life before being crowned and found their women's quality rather exclusive and extraordinary.

However Jimin didn't go to the town to have fun not because he didn't want to but because the palace itself already had their own extravagant night life. Places like the castle might seemed pure and lawful only to be shocked after knowing how royalties manage their stresses and Jimin was no different as he sat between his old friend and his council member with sprawled body slumped in a big velvet couch while watching Arak women swayed their bodies on the small stages in front of them.

That's right. Strippers. Kishore had called in the male royalties to get a taste of Arak palace's nights. Spacious lounge, big velvet couch, chandeliers sparkling from above which was the only light source other than those dim fairy lights, and small stages with beautiful women dancing in jeweled lingeries, hip chains and a sheer mask covering their lower face. Their tanned skin were decorated with gold jewelries and neck chained with diamonds, all from the royalties who paid for them and in this case, Kishore was that royalty.

Usually he would pay for at least two as well but Jimin found himself downing alcohol instead, feeling those burns and heat as the liquid flowed down his throat. As his body heated up and started sweating, Jimin decided to remove his shirt and tied his hair up into a man bun before continuing his restless drinking. He was trying to get a lingering feeling off him and it was getting frustrated as it was still there even after two bottles of Arak's finest drink.

Jimin let out an irritated hiss as he slammed the cup onto the table, earning Kishore's attention. "Yo, buddy you good?", the Arak prince slurred with a lazy smile while trying to hold a half naked girl in his arms. Jimin only nodded before taking a break from his drinking and started eating grapes. He couldn't shake off a feeling within him and he got a vague idea who caused it but unfortunately she was nowhere to be found after the queen of Arak 'borrowed' her for some sort of tea party shit. He clicked his tongue at that thought and tossed the peanut shells, looking all stressed out.

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