Have a drink

You move to the bar: the bartender immediately gives you a cool, appraising glance that somehow makes you blush.

Unexpectedly, she smiles.

"What will it be, darling?"

Her accent is unplaceably foreign and surprisingly deep.

You blush. "Gin..gin and tonic, pretty please," you squeak.

"Damm--why can't I talk to people like a normal guy?"

"Are you sure you're up for that? Can't have you stumbling all over the dance floor." Her laugh is silvery and cuts right through you.

You try to regain your composure by watching the dancers as you wait for your drink. They are a curiously mixed group--some dressed in the height of designer fashion, some in more revealing costumes. You watch a beautiful woman spin round her partner despite her 5-inch heels. Other than them, her outfit seems to consider only of a catsuit that, at this distance, looks partly translucent.

Your reverie is interrupted by the arrival of your drink.

Underneath is a note and a silvery ticket.

"I think you'll like tonight's show. But if you're feeling a bit more... frisky...black might be your lucky color tonight."

Damm--how did she know?

Do you find the theatre--or change first?