Stepping out of the car, Rhaena handed her keys over to the valet attendant before straightening out her dress.
As usual there was a line outside Vaes Dothrak that stretched all the way around the block. And as usual, she didn’t pay any attention to that line. Why should she? Her father owned this club and several others scattered throughout the city. They made for good fronts — an easy way to hide the business deals that went on in the back room. And, if you were Rhaena, they were fun.
Especially if you had managed to ditch your bodyguards, which she had.
Sauntering towards the door, she gave the bouncer a small nod. A moment later she was stepping inside and headed for the bar, already scanning the room in search of someone to have fun with.
