MORIA
The Tavern is a secret night club.
Not everyone is in the masks but some are.
Simple dresses mix with more expensive attires, the dance floor is packed and the bar looks like something out of a crystal palace.
And still our entrance is immediately noticed.
Callum leans in, his lips by my ear, arm around my waist. “Stay close sweetheart.”
I hear the whispers, feel the stares as we weave through the thrusting, swinging bodies.
Music in Xesperia is an almost electrifying, out of body experience.
It’s difficult to describe because it sounds almost like nothing on Earth.
The lights in the dimly lit space flash in more colors than I can keep up as a mix of what sounds like EDM and metal roars from the speakers.
I can’t see any of the others but I assume it’s because they’re also
