This was not the kind of town affluent people would choose as a prime living location. What kind of fancy club could possibly open in a place like this?
"This is the spot!" Colin pointed at a black iron gate covered in rust and with a sense of age: "Hurry up~"
Julian looked up to see an ironwork sign hanging above the door, Milk Room.
"This name doesn't sound like... the kind of place I imagined would suit my taste," Julian said suspiciously as he was led inside by Logan with an arm around his shoulder.
Colin pushed the door open and went in first: "Don't judge a book by its cover."
As the door opened, an assortment of pungent smells rushed out, nearly causing Julian to faint on the spot.
