Unless Fate Has Other Plans

"Sure. Lead the way," Asher said with a casual smile while the rest watched with green faces. Darren didn't know whether he should leave or not but seeing the hint from Asher, it seemed like he didn't need him to stay necessarily.

As he walked past Oberon and Edmund, he felt their gazes of contempt, but as usual, he paid no mind to them. 

He found himself being led upwards through dimly lit corridors. Finally, he stepped foot on the 3rd floor, where it was relatively quiet, peaceful, and silent. He can't hear the bustling sound of men enjoying from downstairs. It was as if he had entered a different building, and the ambiance felt more soothing yet sensual.

He entered a small hallway, dimly lit by a faint golden light, and the walls adorned with luxurious tapestries depicting scenes of romantic trysts between succubi and men. The floor was made of warm, polished marble, and the air was heavy with the scent of incense and something fragrant as well.