11-Girl in White Skirt, Night Club

The city of Vaxbury, night time. Having few people on the street, and 24-hour convenience stores and pharmacies are the most serious stores here. Most places are shining in a debauchery light. Red, green, purple. Giving a illusional halo. The kind of halo that shouts danger and strange for most people, but for people who seeks getting drunk and stupid, it’s just the place.

Turn right off the main road not 20 minutes off the highway, Mia arrives right at such a store with purple light shining and jumping. Dozens of people lined up in front of the small gate guarded by two bulky, mean-looking men. It doesn’t look like a welcoming place, but with a VIP card with fancy dresses, you will get right in with almost touching level of considerative service.

The woman right in frong of Mia holds such a card. They call her Madam Lya.

Madam Lya has the card between her two fingers like a cigratte, flashing the two guards with a wink. They return a wide smile, greeting her as they step out of the w