I had heard of the Diogenes Rooms before, when I was mortal and was living with my parents. Again, it was likely to have been on one of those occasions when the men, engrossed in their tittle-tattle, had spoken over me as though I wasn't there. When I had heard that it was full of women of ill-repute, I had imagined that it must be a most vile place, dirty and rough with sawdust on the floor. Imagine my surprise then when I walked in through the doors to find myself in a room that looked like it had come straight from the Palace of Versailles!
In the middle of the room was a vast wooden dance floor, surrounded by rows of glass-topped tables at which sat ladies and gentlemen dressed in their finery. If I had expected the women, these trollops, to be rough arses like us, I was sadly mistake
