The car door opens, and a feminine foot steps out. It is wrapped in a very expensive Stella McCartney stiletto heel.
The owner adds the second foot and steps out of the car. Its Temiloluwa.
Photographers go mad, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl fortunate enough to be together with Gbenga, the popular musician.
Ahmed, the club owner meets them at the door. He smiles and shakes Gbenga's hand, then looks Temiloluwa from top to bottom.
She's wearing a tight shape-showing mini dress by Pucci. It's as black as sin and leaves nothing to the imagination. Combined with the heel, she looks like the kind of woman her mother always warned her about. But dear old mom isn't here.
He nods. She has passed the test, she can come in.

Together they step into Cougar, a nightclub with a juicy reputation for hosting the wildest parties. All sorts of glamorous people, high society chicks and big wigs frequent Cougar. In the club, Gbenga pulls her off to the VIP section. Twenty minutes later, he's so drunk he can't see straight. As the music blares around them, he brings out a little packet, and pours the powder on the table. He produces a razor blade from his...

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