The aggressive and crude electronic music was unbearably loud as the bodyguard led Bader through the dance floor to a door marked "Staff Only."
Bader pushed open the door and followed the staircase upward, where the blaring music slowly faded away. A red light split the staircase in two, where he stood was still the narrow, cramped bar staircase, but the area covered by the red light turned into a lavish staircase laid with purple sandalwood.
Bader knew it was an illusion. He composed himself and stepped into the red halo, his leather shoes creaking on the wooden stairs.
At the top of the staircase, a carved wooden door was ajar. Bader gently pushed it open to see a small room, less than twenty square meters, decorated with an ancient courtly flair of the Fei Huang Republic. Three women in sleeveless cheongsams sat at a square table.
