The laser beams hanging from the Obsidian Dome are like three thousand wandering snakes, floating and climbing on the towering Champagne Tower.
Under the cover of the bass, men and women without worries in life clink glasses and whisper sweet nothings, the reflections from their watches catching the lipstick marks on the rim of their glasses, echoing the hormones steaming from the dance floor, making them even more dizzy and their blood rush.
Snake-patterned marble bar counter.
Handsome men and beautiful women bartenders juggle drinks, akin to a live acrobatic performance. If there were any busybodies around, they'd certainly shout out in admiration: "Such skill deserves praise."
However, those who come to nightclubs, especially high-end ones like this, are undoubtedly uninterested in such trivial tricks.
The corner of the bar is definitely a good spot for people who are socially anxious yet want to sip a couple of drinks.
"Here's your drink."
