"What the heck is this place?" The words echoed in the surroundings, filling the whole place.
It wasn't only Salazar who wondered about such a thing. Even Lucifer was thinking about the same thing, wondering what the heck was happening here. The same was the case for Caen. This place, it wasn't a bar at all.
There were couches and tables placed everywhere. All the seats were filled as well, occupied by white-robed people. As white robes were only worn by nobles and newborns, it was clear to understand that this place was filled mainly by them.
They weren't the only ones there though.
On the couch closest to Lucifer, a white-robed man was sitting comfortably. He wasn't sitting alone though. A woman was sitting on his lap, seemingly an ordinary human.
