The streets of Paris were illuminated by bright neon lights of myriad colours. Despite the tardive hours, people were still mingling and moving through the streets, keeping it lively and bustling. One of the most animated places in the city was La Bastille— a veritable zone filled with bars and nightclubs of practically all kinds.
Women in short skirts walked through the night alleys despite the shivering cold while men were busy chatting amongst themselves and trying to attract their attention.
In a corner of a street where no light could seemingly reach, emanating only the indiscernible sounds of music that lightly caressed one's ears, a young woman with long black hair wearing a skin-tight suit was breathing heavily with her back against the wall.
