The bar boasts a height close to two floors, with intertwined ironwork supports at the top wrapped in warm golden lights. Despite the opulent decor, there aren't many guests—the booths are only about sixty to seventy percent full, and the cramped and noisy standing area common in regular bars is completely absent.
The deep brown leather booths are spaced generously apart, with half-drawn velvet curtains creating private spaces for each booth.
In the dim amber lighting, the neighboring patron's face is hidden in shadow, with only a vague outline discernible; even their conversations are low and indistinct, showing this bar's emphasis on customer privacy.
Li Jing casually picked up the drink menu from the table, opened the thick parchment cover, and glanced over the price list—ordinary single-malt whiskeys start at five thousand, and a decent vintage of Lafite is marked with a six-digit price.
