Night Color Club, second-floor VIP box.
In the soothing music, four girls of different hair and skin colors swung their long hair, helping the four generous clients of the night wash their faces.
Martin closed his eyes, relishing the real touch.
Next to him, Nolan had specifically chosen a black girl, one whose skin shone under the light.
Leonardo and Nicholson leaned back in their chairs, as if their spirits had wandered off to another place.
The music paused, and the face-washing came to a halt.
Martin took out a stack of cash and placed it on the table, "Continue."
Glancing at the thickness of the cash, one girl turned the music back on and started a new round of face-washing.
Half an hour later, four refreshingly clean men came downstairs and one by one, climbed into a business van.
Bruce was already seated in the driver's seat.
Martin said, "To the cinema, for the midnight screening."
