Dove pov
With damp palms, I risk a glance inward.
A long corridor sweeps into the residence, dampened by dim shadows. Claude has seemingly vanished, while I stand dumbly at the entrance.
This is what I came for.
The door clicks closed behind me once I step inside. This is clearly a servants access way, which eases my nerves a touch. I stride downward, following the music and voices.
The music practically melts in my ears, a rich and sultry melody unlike anything I've heard before.There is music back home, of course, but it's restrained to a conservative few genres and does little to inspire exploration of the mind or body.
It floods out to meet me, along with the scent of cloying perfume, sweat and decadent food as I venture deeper, looking for a way into the main hall.
My shoes squ
