"EVELYN'S POV"

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The black envelope had no return address.

Inside was a single matte black card with silver lettering:

THE UNDERGROUND

A Night Only

Dress code: Black.

No phones, no names.

Those who enter… rarely leave unchanged.

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I had received this last Friday and probably didn't think much of it.

I knew it was sent to the wrong address, and I should have thrown it away.

Instead, at 11:45 PM, I stood outside an abandoned-looking warehouse, wearing a short black dress that barely covered my ass, a lace mask, and heels that made my legs look endless.

My name was Evelyn. I'm twenty four and tired of...