Violent Energy
Loud, pulsing beat of music blared inside the club as Lu Zihao sat alone in a private room upstairs overlooking the entire dance floor below. The sounds were muted a lot inside the private room.
His disinterested eyes watched the crowd of gyrating bodies packed together like drowning sardines. All of them, females and males alike, were performing a mating call with their bodies. They were like beasts in heat and rut.
The clink of ice floating in his glass reminded him of the drink he was holding. He swirled it before gulping a mouthful of whiskey. It burned like the sun down his throat to his stomach but his expression never changed.