The crowd was insane. There was no way Shawn knew all these people personally, and I had to wonder why anyone would invite this many strangers into their home for an intimate sort of gathering, especially on a Tuesday night, but the explanation was clear once we got downstairs.
Shawn's bottom floor was lifestyle-exclusive and large enough to operate his own club. From the looks of it, that was precisely what he'd done tonight. He'd opened the bottom floor and its entrances to those who had received a written invitation. According to Ferry, they were all fully vetted and safe to play.
Nothing about this situation felt right. My senses were all heightened, and the hair on my arms stood at attention. It might just have been my anxiety over people in general, but I hadn't felt this unrest
