When Gilbert arrived at the florist's neighborhood that night to search for Alexa, he noticed a purple twinkling house where a party was taking place.
He parked his car in the courtyard and walked towards the house without hesitation. The music was excessively loud, sounding more like Victoria Secret fashion show music than rock and roll party music.
"I hope I won't see a disgusting orgy." said Gilbert, taking a deep breath before he opened the door. "I want Alexa back."
Opening the door, he saw what he never expected.
"What on earth, is this how high-end escorts celebrate?"
The house appeared more like a fine dining establishment with purple lighting. Not a soul rose for a dance, they all sat tidily at their assigned dining tables, relishing the indulgent cakes delicately presented on the table, along with fruits, chocolates, and sweets. The ladies were dressed in antique Victorian gowns and sat with table manners as if they were the king's daughters. Their style was not overdone, b
