It turns out that nightclubs look the same whether you're abroad or at home.
Raucous heavy metal music, sensuous lead dancers, and the wealthy young masters drinking toasts with beautiful girls.
Little Savage headed straight for the bar and saw a woman holding a red cocktail of some unknown name. She also ordered one, then sat on a high stool, only for a man to come over and start chatting her up.
"You're not from around here?"
Little Savage hesitated for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Yes." Claiming to be a local seemed safer.
"How come I've never seen you before?" The man feigned thought and frowned, while the bartender had already prepared the cocktail. Little Savage picked up the small glass, took a sip, and laughed it off, "First time here, new face."
"Oh?" The man raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a slight smirk. He was about to speak when a group of people entered the nightclub, surrounding a girl.
