Elizabeth
Elizabeth gave her companion another quick pat on the rear before leading her back upstairs. They passed though several layers of security as they headed up, until they were 100 floors up. The ride in the elevator took five minutes.
And then, after getting checked one final time, they made their way into the VIP dining room. A woman in a low cut dress stood on a stage singing pitch perfect songs. Her voice was entrancing and bewitching, to the point that one might suspect it of having a supernatural origin. Her blue, aquamarine hair flowed down to the floor, and glistening scales could be occasionally caught flashing on her neck as they caught the mobile lights on the ceiling.
Six customers sat at their own table, their every wish attended by the staff, one of whom always stood silently behind them, ready to attend their needs without having to be told.