The Godly Supreme

7: The Peach Palace

The Peach Palace wasn't loud or tacky like most clubs. No flashy signs, just a plain black door guarded by four men in suits.

Inside, the lighting was a soft blue, casting a glow that made everything and everyone look flawless. Velvet curtains draped the walls, and dark marble floors gleamed under the soft glow.

The air smelled of perfume, fine cigars, and something darker. Everything from the glasses, the mirrors to the women glittered.

The dancers moved slowly on stages made of glass, under chandeliers that glittered like ice. They moved like they were trained. Every smile looked rehearsed. Every touch, priced. There was no loud shouting or drunken chaos.

Men in tailored suits and expensive tuxedos sat in private booths, hidden behind half curtains and tinted glass, sipping whiskey older than most of the dancers.

At the far end, guarded hallways led to the back rooms. These rooms were even quieter, cleaner, and locked.

Only the wealthiest were allowed in there. It was where the