Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
'Ah, damn it.'
The sound of the stiletto echoed in the empty hallways of G79, a well-renowned bar. It was one of the most prestigious places one could bring a visitor coming from neighboring cities.
G79 was the ideal hang-out bar alive at night, available only at Star, the name of the city.
The bar occupied two floors of the building. The first floor was for socializing, while the second one contained several private rooms.
One could only imagine what was happening beyond the closed doors. If the walls weren't thick enough, that would have been more obvious what the second floor was for.
"How are you doing?"
A voice from the small earpiece inside my ear disrupted my thoughts.
I was about to dive into some forbidden imagery that my mentor would have disapproved of if he had ever learned about it.
