Chapter 92

• When Alexa thought about retorting, the lights went out, and a single purple light came on near the stage where some presentations were occasionally held.
• “Let's move on to the last attraction of the night,” Dominique grabbed the microphone from Martha's hand, already slightly drunk. “Come on, girls, pick a number,” he said, pointing to the girls sitting side by side.
• They stood up hesitantly, heading towards the box he held in his hand.