With glitter on their bodies, they slithered in and out of sight- teasing the eyes of their beholders on the ground.
From invisible harps, soft silky melodies bled into the colorful room- assaulting his ears.
From his left, a tall woman with round eyes, a high cheek bone, and long blonde hair approached him in clacking heels;
"May I help you sir?"
Mike turned- and immediately, the girl's face flushed in familiarity.
"Mister Mike," she began; "I didn't realize–"
"It's alright sweetheart," he said dismissively; "I need Angel tonight."
Surprise glistened in her eyes; "I'm afraid you may have to waist sir. Angel has to be booked several days ahead for any kind of servi–"
"Don't worry your pretty head about that," He smiled his sweetest smile; "Just tell her Mike is asking for her- Mike the Alchemist."
