After Draco changed to the suit, Blaise and Theo side-appareated Draco to an alley in London in an area he didn't recognise. As they came to the road, he realised it was a residential street with high end townhouses. Draco looked nervously at his friends and around the area.

"The Prophet won't find me here, right?"

The look Blaise and Theo shared did not help his nervousness.

"No worries, mate. It's largely a muggle place and very well protected." Theo assured him.

"Let's just say we know the owner of the club and she values her privacy even more than you do," Blaise announced as he stopped walking, "Which reminds me that you are supposed to take an unbreakable vow to not tell anyone about what you see, hear or do tonight - don't worry we did the same! I promise you are safe" Blaise explained, as Draco was about to protest.

Theo nodded seriously and Draco considered it for a moment. It all seemed a bit mysterious but somehow he also felt curious. After all, his friends had never done him harm and he trusted them.

"Fine!" Draco gritted out, making Blaise take out his wand, grabbing Draco's arm and chanting:

"I, Draco Malfoy, swear to never share what happens at House of Troy, no matter what I hear, see or do without the Lady's approval. I respect the rules of the house and only participate in what I really want to participate in without judging the other guests."

Draco rolled his eyes but chanted: "I, Draco Malfoy, agree to all of these terms and take this unbreakable vow to show my reliability."

Theo clapped his hands together, "this is going to be the best night, mates. We're in for one hell of a ride."

Blaise pointed towards a completely dark row of 3 townhouses. The lighting was minimal and Draco had the strongest desire to leave the place, as it gave him the creeps.

The stones were dark, the windows closed off and nothing suggested it was in use. Draco looked worriedly at his friends.

"I think we should just go home instead, this place is horrible."

Blaise and Theo looked confused at him, until Blaise groaned. He stuck his hand inside his jacket and pulled out a black envelope and handed it to Draco. His name was written in swirling letters and Draco opened it slowly. As he pulled out the content, he realised it was black mask and an invitation card, which read

Mr. Draco Malfoy

With this card you can enter the House of Troy and experience the world within.

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Draco looked up and realised the card was magical, as the houses suddenly looked warm and inviting. It was a magnificent building that looked more like a mansion, as what had looked like three houses, clearly was one building. The style was vintage, romantic and screamed luxury. All three men put on the black masks and walked towards the house.

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A tall man in a black suit and with a black mask as well opened the beautifully carved front door and let them in.

The house was everything the manor was not.

Just as grandiose, but light, warm and inviting. Beautiful chandeliers, cream walls, lounge furnitures everywhere - but what drew Draco's attention were the people. There were people everywhere in the big Entrance hall, sipping champagne, touching each other and laughing.

All men were dressed in suits and masks, but the females were dressed in what Draco assumed was considered underwear. Very elaborate underwear with corsets, feathers, glitter, lace and pearls. Draco looked at the two others who smirked at him.

"You're right. I will never forget this night." He gulped.

Just then the most beautiful woman appeared at the top of the stairs, descending to them and smiling. She was dressed in a white outfit filled with sparkling stones and white feathers. She was also the only one with a white mask.

Draco's eye grew as he realised just how Theo and Blaise knew the owner and how the place was magical despite being a muggle place.

Her brown eyes were sparkling behind the mask, as she stopped in front of Draco and touched his lips with her finger.

"Welcome to my place, mr. Malfoy. I do hope this will be a very enlightening night for you. Here in House of Troy we're all about pleasure."

It was fucking Hermione Granger. The bookish legislation-worker was a bloody goddess.

As Draco realised his pants had begun to tighten and all his senses were in overdrive.

Bloody hell, he was in trouble.