“Where would you like to go to do your makeover?” I asked her drunkenly curious
She smiled nervously, polite.
“Why don’t we go to the clubhouse.” Farrah said out softly
The clubhouse?!
The hell is that?
“Well Lead the way then, my beautiful queen” I said out drunkenly amused
She laughed, leading me through the huge and mysterious castle.
She led me down a dark hallway, stopping at the only door that was in the hallway.
The door was bright red and had a strong smell of some kind of cigar smoke coming from underneath.
Part of me is really intrigued by what we’re about to walk into.
Farrah opened the door and pulled me along with her.
All you saw was men gambling and smoking cigars.
Goddess, why did she bring us here?!
Cigar smoke filled the air, creating a thick fog
