SCARLETTE
The moment we stepped inside the place, it was like I was transported into a different version of a world with more ultramodern and way-out people. The whole place was illuminated with bright red lights, but not too bright, there was something erotic, something sensual in how the place was provided with illumination.
Everyone was sophisticated and elegantly dressed in highly expensive dresses and shoes, and for a second there I was glad I wore this dress.
On the east corner, a bar was installed. Three men and another woman were serving drinks—all of them were wearing a uniform which indicated they were bartenders—when I said uniforms; they were as elegant as the rest of us here. There were also women whom I would say were the waitresses.
"What is this place, Caelan?"
"Cal
