A silver electronic door opened. The hearty voice was Valery's.
He dismissed the two attendants, a man and a woman, and beamed at Guan Tong. "Come in, my friend."
Guan Tong stepped through the door and found himself in a grand hall with an intricate layout.
Spiral staircases on either side of the hall wound up to a second floor. A dance floor occupied the center, where handsome men and beautiful women with fine figures swayed to the music. An assortment of expensive entertainment machines, many of which Guan Tong had never seen before, surrounded the stage.
Male and female attendants in tailcoats and masks weaved between the machines, carrying trays of red wine. They served the scions of the rich and powerful, who were all dressed in light, silken garments.
Amidst the gentle, continuous music and a faint, elusive fragrance, bathed in the dim, warm light, anyone stepping inside would inevitably feel a pleasant sense of intoxication.
