Andrew leads her to a dark room. Smoke hangs thick in the air, and the heavy scent of tobacco mixes with whiskey and wine. The walls are lined in red velvet, and black silk sofas and chairs are scattered throughout the room. Women sashay across the Persian carpets; some are dressed in fishnets and lingerie, and others wear nothing but nipple tassels and thongs.
Avery reaches into her bag and pulls out a tissue to cover her nose, but her eyes water from the smell. Andrew leads her to a black sofa in a small alcove. A curtain rod hangs in front of the alcove, and a red velvet curtain dangles to the side. She looks down at the sofa and wrinkles her nose.
"Is it safe to sit on that?" she asks.
