As Carson stepped in, he was hit by the smell of different kinds of smoke. That was nothing to worry about but it seemed like there was no oxygen. Carson angled his hand over his nose as he slowly walked down the hallway that had people by its sides. Some were kissing, some weren't even dressed. Carson's brows furrowed as the thought that he might have just made a mistake crossed his mind.
But why wouldn't his legs stop? What made him keep walking deeper into the place? Carson knew he could do with a glass of good scotch and wondered if they would have it in that kind of establishment.
'The place looked decent from the outside,' Carson thought with a frown on his face. 'The reason why one shouldn't judge a book by its cover.'
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to find out who had touched him. If Carson was taken aback by the breasts that faced him, he didn't show it. However, he peeled his gaze from the lady and as he turned around, he saw what Arcane was all about.
At the center of somewhere that looked like it was the stage, there was some kind of construction there. There were aluminum bars that gave the illusion that the girl inside was imprisoned, still, Carson knew that she wasn't. That was because she was dancing. People stood around the place and looked up at her, dropping money unto the floor of the platform that she was dancing in. They all couldn't reach her even though he saw some ogling men stretching their hands hopelessly towards her with their other hands throwing monies into the platform.
Carson remained where he stood. His gaze fixed on the lady that moved her body like she wasn't human. She was dressed -- wearing some sort of jumpsuit which was made of pure black net. However, there was nothing underneath that intensely revealing jumpsuit.
The music changed and the way the girl followed every beat of the new music that the DJ was playing with her body, made a shiver run through Carson Garner's spine. He could hear the shouts that the men made and it irritated Carson -- for a reason that eluded even him. He shifted on his feet, being so uncomfortable that he was feeling the way he was feeling. Still, he walked closer to the place.
Some chairs had been placed all around the platform and just before he could sit down, he heard someone say loudly -- perhaps because of the music that was playing.
"Sir, there is a section for the VIPs," the person said.
Carson turned around to find out that it was the man that he'd given money to outside the place.
'That would be better,' Carson thought as he nodded and allowed the man to lead him to the place where he wouldn't have to be around so many people. The man led him through a little flight of stairs and that was the first time that Carson noticed that there was an upstairs in the place. All this while, his mind didn't leave the dancing girl. There was some kind of excitement within Carson that he was being taken to a place where he would be able to see the interesting girl clearly without those zombies that were around her.
The VIP section was pleasant -- the sofas were made of good, white, leather and the section had a better atmosphere than the one downstairs. There was no one there and that was all Carson could ask for.
"I would ask a waiter to come attend to your needs," the bounder said.
"Aren't you supposed to be outside watching the car?" Carson asked as he settled into the sofa, even taking off his suit jacket and handing it over to the back of the chair, not sounding disturbed in the slightest.
"I got that covered, sir," the security man responded with an assuring smile on his face and walked away from the VIP section.
Carson's eyes went back to the lady and it suddenly seemed like they were the only ones that were in that place as the whole noise and the people fazed out. As his gaze bored deeper, Carson began to feel light with himself -- the heaviness that he'd been carrying around dissipated. He could only concentrate on the movements of her body -- the passion she used to deliver such sultry maneuvers. Carson was mesmerized.
"What will you have sir?"
Carson didn't respond. He had heard but didn't deem answering the waiter a priority. The waiter could wait for all Carson Garner cared. He continued to look, hooked to the pleasing sight that was that lady.
Carson's hand propped his chin up while he continued to stare at the lady dancing, rubbing slightly as if he was deep in thought -- which he was. Her hair was cut short, like a pixie cut, and she had the contours of a goddess. It seemed to Carson that she was the star of the place -- perhaps the reason why people came into the place in the first place. The amount of money poured into her platform was substantial -- that much Carson could see -- his mind kept thinking about many things about the lady as if he knew her.
She appealed to Carson Garner, even on a deeper level. Carson found himself wanting to know who she was and that was almost like seeing a dead or alive white raven -- that was strange even to him.
He motioned two of his fingers toward the waiter and the young boy came forward.
"Aren't you too young to be working here?" Carson said with a frown on his face after forcing himself to peel his gaze off the lady.
"I'm older than I look, sir," the waiter said with a pleasant smile on his face. "What drink would you like, sir?"
"Who's that lady?" Carson asked, not wasting any time, his eyes going back to her platform only to see that she was putting an end to her act. Disappointment slowly seeped into his bloodstream.