Emily had already changed into something else and was on her way to meet Mary at the club on the seventieth floor.
Everything about the Trigular Giant in the middle of the city exuded luxury, and the club was no exception. It was designed to resemble an ancient Egyptian club—if such a thing had existed, it would have looked like this. The walls appeared to be made of bricks, but they couldn’t be—yet at the same time, who knew? The maidservants were dressed in ancient Egyptian garb, complete with fake beards, but their authenticity didn’t matter; they looked exclusive and perfectly in place.
"I’m not surprised to see you looking like that," Mary said, linking her arm through Emily’s as they began to walk.
Emily didn’t respond until they reached the bar, where they were offered two whiske
