153 DORIN'S DANCE
Dorin was pushed into a large suite by Noreis.
The room was draped in dark, gothic décor — crimson curtains, black candles, and polished restraints hanging from the walls like trophies.
"Are you sure about this, Noreis? It looks like a torture chamber," Dorin said, unease creeping into her voice.
"Don't worry," Noreis laughed lightly. "They're just props …It's just a part of the atmosphere."
The air was heavy with a sweet, floral scent. Dorin's head buzzed faintly, her pulse quickening.
A soft voice crackled through her comm.
"Control yourself. There's hallucinogen in the air," Lander warned.
"I know," Dorin whispered under her breath. "I dosed an antidote booster before I ca."
The haze thickened. Noreis giggled, swaying unsteadily, her pupils wide. The drug was hitting her hard.
"Co on, Dorin… don't be shy," she murmured, tugging at her own clothes. "Join ."
"This is a big mistake," Dorin muttered, taking a step toward the door.
Before she could touch the handle, it slamd open.
A tall man filled the doorway — wrapped in a black, rubber-tight suit that glead under the red lights. A cockerel mask hid his face, the beak catching the glow like a blade.
He stepped forward without a word, the door closing behind him with a heavy click.
The man in the cockerel mask stepped closer, his voice low and mocking.
"Going sowhere? You think you can walk out now after you joined my show?"
Dorin raised her hands, trying to stay calm. "Look, this is a mistake. I'll pay whatever, but I'm leaving."
"Too late for that," he said, lunging.
Dorin tried to dodge, but he moved fast—he was trained. He slamd a control on the wall, and magnetic cuffs shot out, clamping around her wrists before she could react.
"Hey!" Dorin struggled. "Let
go!"
The masked man tilted his head, the dim light gleaming off his visor. "Usually, we would indulge our custors who change their minds. But not tonight."
Her earpiece crackled with Lander's voice: "Dorin, what's happening? Do you need extraction?"
"Now!" she hissed. "Get
out, now!"
The man suddenly stepped back and raised his hands.
"There's no pleasure in compulsion," he said calmly. "I understand that… but I need your help."
Dorin blinked, still tense. "Help? With what?"
"I need you to assist
in completing a dance ritual," he said.
"A dance ritual?" she echoed, incredulous.
"Yes. All you need to do is dance with . Let yourself enjoy the atmosphere."
"Get away from
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