When Moby arrived at the party's booth, he brought out his student ID and scanned it, waiting for the white light to appear on the metal plate before stepping onto it and being whisked away to a new location.
It was a process he had now grown all too accustomed to. If anything, the bright, chandelier lights of the new area he appeared in were far more noticeable, contrasting imminently with the darkness of the outside.
Looking around, It seemed like he was placed near the edge of a vast chamber that belonged to a grand castle. His entire vision was dyed in lavish gold, the ground so shiny clean that it perfectly reflected the lit, concave ceiling.
Ornamental seats and tables were lined in rows, and nearly every spot was occupied by fellow students eating from the wide selection of mouth-watering meals from all around the globe, and behind it was an empty floor for what he could only assume to be dancing.
