The half-dozen electric fans wired to the ceiling of the nightclub did little except stir air thick with tobacco smoke and the smell of highly spiced food. They certainly didn't cool a temperature that must have been well over a hundred degrees.
As Layla danced, she could feel the sweat soaking into her costume— not that there was much to the costume, just some feathers and three loose sequins sewn strategically onto a body stocking.
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