Violet Don finally understood what Camila Ginger meant by proper hospitality.
She had just sat down in the booth when a row of young, handsome lads approached. Each one was a fresh-faced pretty boy, easy on the eyes, and they sat down around Violet, their approach even more ostentatious than Camila's last time, each of them calling her 'big sister.'
Violet felt a surge of goosebumps, whereas Chris's eyes lit up directly, mingling with the young male public relations officers, becoming one of them. Under the agitating electronic music, everyone's dark desires began to stir. Bathed in multicolored lights, each face took on a different expression, laughing and cursing, all like actors on a stage.