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When the last guest stumbled into the neon rain, Johnny returned to Leo. The talent scout sat alone, stunned.

The neon lights of the Veridian Strip bled into the puddles on the asphalt, painting the night in shades of electric magenta and synthetic gold. Johnny Dark stood at the velvet rope of his own club, The Hollow , and lit a cigarette he had no intention of smoking. The smoke curled around his angular jaw like a ghost’s whisper. johnny dark cock

Tonight, however, the atmosphere was fractured. When the last guest stumbled into the neon

“Paid for the night,” he said. “Go.” johnny dark cock

Did you really just empty your own club?