Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) by Amelia Hutchins

The lights dimmed, forcing my attention to where each lighting sequence was tested with satisfactory results. Smiling in triumph, I nodded toward Lucian’s men guarding the staircase. All the lights went off as my heart thundered in my chest.

I stepped back as the lights above the tables turned on, allowing the clients to find their seats. It was showtime, and I had something to prove to the master. Everyone here called Lucian, The Master of Chaos, and I was his mistress.





Chapter Eleven




Some people enjoy being center stage, and then there are those who prefer the shadows. Tonight, I will own the shadows. ~Lena



The patrons entered and were escorted by hostesses, who took them to their assigned seats based on their previous performance and stature within the club. Once everyone was seated in their designated sections, the serving girls and men exited the hall with silver trays adorned with dangling gems, making them easy to spot in the darkened club. Boxes of assorted goods were placed on all the tables, along with a chalice of whiskey. The servers stepped back, awaiting approval from our visitors.

Each table had an assigned server, easily traded to meet the needs of each client, should they find one unacceptable. I had Devlin gather intel on the more lavish, snobbish guests to know every detail of their pleasure, likes, and dislikes. According to Devlin, it was far more than Lucian had done for his patrons in the past.

I took a quick glance through the crowd and nodded for the music to start. It began through the speakers embedded in the walls and ceiling, and I smirked as I heard Devlin’s strangled laughter. He assumed it was the beginning of a shit-show, purely based on my music choices. The Kid Laroi’s Without You, played as smoke filled the stage, but the moment he sang “can’t make a wife out of a hoe,” the music changed.

A smile played on my lips as E-Girls’ Ruining My Life, boomed through the room as dancers appeared from thin air; at least, that’s how the guests would perceive their arrival. Only a few people would be able to see the fae that had glamoured them into place. I turned to where the fae I’d requested stood, smirking as they took their seats when the girls began dancing.

The dancers were dressed in thin black lace crisscrossing over their chests, wrapping around their torsos and connecting to their lace panties. They swayed hypnotically, their siren song driven by the hum of their bodies. The moment the song ended, they dropped to their knees, slowly rocking their hips.

The ethereal sound of Kim Dracula’s Paparazzi, set the stage and the room’s mood. Swings lowered from the ceiling, draped in nude, glitter-dusted men and women, posed in provocative positions, legs open, their hands roving their bodies with the beat of the song. When the swings were in position, the next set of performers dropped from the opening above to the ground, wearing nothing but silver lines of paint, reflecting in the light as they danced around the tables. The clients clapped and smiled as they watched the naked dancers moving amongst them.

The dancers on the bar got into position, appearing through the smoke as the song switched to 50 Cent’s Candy Shop. The girls dropped to their knees, wearing only heels and panties with sparkling nipple rings highlighted by the light display.

I crossed my arms over my chest as men settled in behind the dancers on stage, moving against their bodies. Whips cut through the air, and the girls hissed as each leather strand kissed their flesh. The women on the bar parted their legs, and the crowd turned toward them, engrossed as they played seductively, albeit slowly. A nod of my head had the subs and doms waiting in the hallway, entering, wearing their color-coded outfits.

The lights moved with the dancers, while others remained on the stage, revealing the orgy unfolding as additional entertainment. It was a buffet of debauchery, feeding each high-roller, if you’d call them that, their respective need and kink. Those with stranger appetites were down a level further inside the club. I’d discovered that section during the Awakening, when I’d been rejected and ran through this place to find Lucian.

I lifted my eyes, finding Lucian staring at me instead of the party unfolding. He nodded his head, and I grinned, clasping my lip between my teeth to hide the smile, failing horribly. Then, turning toward the bar, I climbed on top, holding his stare while I accepted the microphone, waiting for the song to pause so I could speak.

When it was silent, other than the sound of the whips meeting flesh, I spoke. “Welcome to the wrong side of heaven, ladies and gentlemen. I’m your host this evening. I do hope everything is to your liking, but if it isn’t, well, we really don’t fucking care. Exits are marked for those who choose to leave or for those wishing to trespass against the Master and Mistress of Chaos. I must warn you; we’re almost hoping you will cause problems because we enjoy punishing people for such nonsense. You were given menus explaining the color-coding of your entertainment, which I see some of you have already tossed into the trash bin. Know this; you cannot select a female or male without knowing which ones will willingly meet your needs and appetite for the evening. I suggest you retrieve the menus, as exactly one hundred were printed. The dancers on the swings are open to anything, but the ones on stage aren’t for you. You may watch, but don’t touch unless personally invited to join them. They’re all collared and spoken for, and their Dom is the only one who can decide otherwise. Enjoy the show, and may you make it out of here alive tonight.” I chuckled wickedly, meeting the eyes of the clients I had purposely placed close to the bar since Lucian had marked them as troublemakers.