A Hot Time In The Old Town

[Gar]

Past the door was an open, dimly lit, large room filled with round tables and chairs, each adorned with a red cloth and wide candle. At the front of the room sat a small stage with a high platform and velvety, mahogany curtains. In front of the stage a sizable area of the floor had been cleared for dancing. A long, elaborate bar glowed with golden light on one side of the room, where most of the patrons were gathered.

Ni gasped and took Ashla by the hand, pulling her toward the stage, weaving through the crowds of people. "It is so pretty!!" she squealed happily. When she reached the middle of the room she paused and looked up, her jaw dropping.

Above them several floors could be seen, though they appeared to resemble fused indoor balconies on three of the four walls. The floors had been designed in a giant "U" shape, allowing anyone a view of the stage, and several guests could be seen leaning on the railing and conversing with a drink or appetizer in their hand. Golden light fixtures hung from the railing to give the room its soft glow.

"Martyr Boy, this place is amazing!!" cried Ni a little too loudly, her voice carrying across the establishment.