Victoria Bella Volkov:

“Are you sure about this?” I asked Juliet as we stepped out of the car.

She nodded confidently. “This is the best idea. Trust me. Now, come on.”

Juliet grabbed my arm and dragged me into the Clubhouse. The pounding music hit us like a wave, and the air was thick with smoke and cheap perfume.

We had done our research. Olivia wasn’t just being abused—she was being forced to work here as a stripper. That alone fueled my anger.

The crowd was wild, ...