Only if you come out of the gates storming

"Oh, so this is like… a wholesaler?" I asked as we sat down in what was supposed to be a room yet turned out to be closer to a VIP-longue one could expect in a nightclub or some of the more obvious karaoke places.

The room itself consisted of large, perfectly comfy cushions arranged all around the room's edges with a massive, glass table filling its middle.

Right now, the room was lit up pretty evenly, killing the vibe this place was designed to have. Yet, judging by the switch box right by the entrance, one could return the proper atmosphere to this place with just a few flicks of switches and dials. 

"Pretty much, yeah," Claire said as she put the bags down on the floor before happily jumping down onto the cushions and releasing a long, exhausted yet satisfied groan. 

"Now, that hit a spot," she muttered while sinking further and further down into cushions like some alien form of quite the adorable slob.