Chapter 34

• The lights in the club were a dim blend of blues and greens. It danced across people’s faces, transforming them into colorful character creations suitable for an anime. Jadon thought it was funny. Especially since it meant all the women who had spent hours doing their makeup couldn’t show it off. No one would see.
• Not that people came to the overcrowded, dimly lit, sweat-smelling, loud club to admire a woman’s caked-up face. Hell, even the minuscule shorts and dresses were hard to see. This probably explained why so many people were on the dance floor in the pretense of dancing while all they were really doing was touching each other everywhere. The sense of touch was after all very powerful and able to fill in the gap where sight failed.
• Then again, Jadon mused to himself. Maybe they weren’t even pretending and the aim of the whole exercise was to touch before they took matters further in the bathroom stalls, or in the alley behind the club. Of course, a few lucky ladies would end up in the back seat of a car or the nearest paid-by-the-hour motel.