Kestrel navigated her way through the bustling crowd. There were many waitstaff carrying trays of drinks, and every so often, one or two would approach her, eagerly offering her a drink or suggesting pimping her to someone.
Kestrel replied casually, her full attention was on the large bullheads watching her.
A girl of Kestrel's age trailed after her, continuously trying to strike up a conversation.
Kestrel dashed up the wooden staircase to the second-floor hallway, filled with more people coming and going. A big, powerful female alpha came out of a room, swearing and bumped into Kestrel in the hallway. Below their feet, a bullhead lifted its head, looking through the gaps in the floor.
In a hurry, Kestrel squeezed into the room the woman had just left. The girl who had been following her came in too, thinking Kestrel had picked this room. She opened her mouth, showing an uneasy expression.
