The
newly renovated burlesque bar was nothing like it once was. The Looking Glass
used to be Kinky’s Kathouse, and the aptly named hole-in-the-wall had been
nothing more than a run-down dump with sticky, shabby seating, seedy decorations
that should have been burned at the stake, and skanky strippers, who’d looked
like they’d been ridden hard, put up wet, then dragged back out and ridden all
over again. It had not been Lucian’s kind of place. This, however, was. With its
low, sultry lighting, lipstick red walls, and seductive vibe, it was exactly
what Lucian needed tonight—an escape from reality before he faced the firing
squad he called friends and family.
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