Zirri led Yakir to the ballroom. She could see the white and ash gray drapes with lights streaming through it. The ballroom had a checkered pattern made on the floor by lights with a large cursive D in the middle. On one side there were tables with white or black as the theme of the table with ash gray accents everywhere on each table. It was close to the entrance to one of the kitchens they had. On the other side there was a long table that didn't have anything on it yet. Even though it was not finished there was a spooky elegance about the way it was being decorated.
“Rii, baby you made it!” squealed a voice from near the long table. The woman launched herself at Zirri. She was shorter than Zirri standing at 5’7 and unlike Zirri she was more on the slim side with gentle curves.
