In the Ninth Bastion City, there was a shady establishment that prided itself on refinement rather than secrecy. It wasn't hidden, nor was it innocent. However, it wasn't disreputable either; quite a lot of big shots visited for its amazing wine and delicacies, and, most importantly, the beauties.
Tonight, the establishment was overflowing.
Silken banners drifted lazily beneath suspended lanterns, their glow softened by formations that turned light into something warm and indulgent. A circular stage of shallow, illusionary water shimmered at the center, where dancers moved like flowing currents. Their anklets chimed and sleeves trailed with a rippling effect, making it a mesmerizing scene.
Attendants drifted between tables, pouring spirit wine that carried faint traces of elemental essence, sometimes sensational, such as imbuing a taste that is as cool as the deep sea, sharp as the wind in a storm, or bitter like refined medicine.
