I stood in the doorway of the bar of the Honolulu Ritz. Teak. Ebony. Brass fittings. Smart and expensive. I dismissed it all, concentrating instead on the occupants of the room.
An elegantly dressed man approached me. “Yes?” His tone was disdainful.
“I’m looking for someone.” I kept my voice even. Too many times since I’d been out on my own had I been addressed in that manner, but I hadn’t had to learn the hard way you didn’t make a scene in a place like this.
“No doubt. However…” His gaze swept over me, taking in the hair that was long enough to be restrained in a tail and the clothes that, while new, were obviously not custom-made for me. In addition, the colors were…bright. He curled his lip. “I think you had better leave. We don’t serve your sort in this establishment.”
My sort? Di
