gently with the flow of air.
Along the long central aisle, red velvet sofas and wooden tables were scattered here and there.
The bar that Executive Director Evan Park had converted into a VIP-only party venue was extremely luxurious.
People dressed in glamorous outfits from head to toe filled the hall.
Laughter erupted one after another from behind masks of various colors.
Most of the women were wearing revealing clothes. The party venue, overflowing with pale skin, bright yellow lights, and red velvet, had an entirely licentious atmosphere.
In the jazz music swirling rapidly through the air, everyone seemed intoxicated by something. People sprawled carelessly on sofas, laughing into the air, were also noticeable.
Transparent glass cups, ice buckets filled with ice, expensive-looking wine, champagne, brandy, and whiskey, and plates of cheese and fruit were scattered everywhere in disarray.
The coquettish laughter heard here and there reeked of strong alcohol.
