A little drunk, Ifreeta and Brad walked down the staircase and towards the archway with the pulsing LEDs that Brad had used to enter the club. “Aren’t we going the wrong way?” asked Brad. “This hall leads to the exit.”
“This passage leads to many places Bradley.” Whispered Ifreeta. With a wry smile, she took him by the hand and pulled him into the darkness beyond the archway.
The blood and alcohol in Brad’s head pulsed in time with the LED lights overhead. Instead of one path, they now led out from each other in a root-like network. Each offshoot was another color and traveled in another direction until the light faded into darkness. In the confusion, Brad could barely see Ifreeta but he could feel her grip on his hand like a vice. Men and women from the club were taking different routes; all of them seemed taller and longer in the darkness.
“This way!” Brad heard Ifreeta shout as she pulled him to his left. Chancing a look up Brad caught a glimpse of a fiery orange path of blurred lights above him and realized they had turned off of the main passage and taken one of the alternate routes. “Where the fuck are we going?” asked Brad, a little sounding a little more panicked than he would have liked. Ifreeta giggled from somewhere in front of him. “We’re almost there.” She said. Brad could take the nauseating lights no longer and shouted “Almost where?”
Ifreeta came to a sudden stop then, causing Brad to bump into her in the darkness. He could see her now, barely illuminated by the orange lights above them. Her eyes glittered and she was smiling deeply. She pushed her body against his and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Here.” She said as she turned around and pointed to two silver doors just behind her. “The elevators.”
Ifreeta pulled out a small set of ancient looking keys from her bosom and slipped one of them into a fitted groove in the wall, slightly to the right of the elevators. With a pleasant tone one of the elevator doors opened and Ifreeta let go of Brad’s hand and stepped inside. A brighter orange light filled the elevator compartment but Brad stood to look at Ifreeta, still slightly dazed and confused by the long walk. Seeing his hesitation, Ifreeta smiled and looked into his eyes longingly. “Come. If it’s biting you’re afraid of, you needn’t be. I only use whips and chains on my men.” Brad laughed loudly and smiled as he shook his head and walked into the elevator.
After Ifreeta hit a button and the elevator began moving, Brad wondered why he felt like he was going down instead of up. After a moment he brushed it off, quickly accrediting it to being drunk and disoriented from the walk. Not to mention the difficulty of focusing on anything when a beautiful woman is kissing your neck and grabbing your crotch.
As the elevator let out an unceremonious ping, Ifreeta and Brad came drunkenly stumbling out and directly into her apartment. Brad stood stunned as he looked around at what he assumed was her living room. The floors beneath him and every countertop he could see was made of a dark and swirling marble. There were windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling and the marble floors were littered with Persian rugs. Most of which were flanked by plush leather furniture colored a brown that was so deep and dark, it reminded him of dirt found deep beneath the earth.
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