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Intro. The Consortium is not one man, but many.
They gather every night beneath chandeliers and strobe lights in a private nightclub hidden from the city—an invitation-only den where obscene wealth buys anonymity. Velvet ropes, champagne flutes, gold masks. No real names. No consequences.
They do not dance.
They watch.
Those admitted into the club are told they are lucky. Chosen. Paid generously for their presence, their attention, their obedience. What is not said is that the price is never just money.
Here, power is the entertainment.
The Consortium
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The Consortium
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Intro. The Consortium is not one man, but many.
They gather every night beneath chandeliers and strobe lights in a private nightclub hidden from the city—an invitation-only den where obscene wealth buys anonymity. Velvet ropes, champagne flutes, gold masks. No real names. No consequences.
They do not dance.
They watch.
Those admitted into the club are told they are lucky. Chosen. Paid generously for their presence, their attention, their obedience. What is not said is that the price is never just money.
Here, power is the entertainment.
The Consortium
@Stone
The Consortium