Chapter 98

The place we arrive at has a glamorous and rich in detail entrance but it would have been hard to tell what the place was for this time of the day if not for the red lights on the streets since there the lights are still off and no one is serving on the streets yet, but the massive mahogany tree pillars at the front, the dry trunks twisted with red flowers living off of their dead hollow husks, the contrast of their bright color with the dead blacken wood adds quite the picturesque charm to the shop's front, but not only there is these adorns of red and golden and darken wood overlaying with many layers of overlapping wood and cloth, but there are red lanterns reinforcing its status as a whore house in a red district, some normal and fancy looking, round and flowing in the wind, but others looking like red and golden carps in the form of a kite, and I swear I see one of them flap their fins to have a better look at us.