Ask him for more information

“Well, brother,” you begin and smile, “how about you tell me a little about this special club we are heading to?”

Your brother looks at you annoyed and uncomfortable, but doesn’t dares to say anything rude. Meanwhile he understands, that you are in charge. At least for now.

“Do we really have to talk now?” William asks uncomfortable, “can’t we just enjoy the silence?”

“We could but this would make me really unhappy,” you reply and give him a threatening look, “do you really want to make you dear sister unhappy?”

“Fine, what do you want to know?” William asks and sighs defeated.

“Are you often in this club?” you ask interested, “and if you are, tell me why?”

“I have been there regularly for the last three years,” your brother mumbles, “twice or three times a month. Sometimes even more often if they have a special theme event. The owner of the club is a friend of mine. Jamie is his name and he opened the paradise during his studies. He goes to the same university you will go to. But he is already in his last semester.”

“And how is the club?” you ask, “are there special rules I should know about?”

“I don’t know,” William replies uninterested, “Jamie knows better than messing with me. If you want to be a good girl and follow stupid rules, you can ask him. But I go there to have fun. I only know that guys sometimes order drinks for girls to get in touch. The bartenders make sure the drink goes to the right one. Oh, and there is the VIP-area of course. It’s not cheap, but the area is secluded from all the lowlife idiots. I’m a friend of the owner, so I get in for free. I don’t know if this goes for you too.”

You nod and lean back. It is obvious that your brother will not be a great help. Like always. Well, you will find out the important things on your own. Seeing that you have no more questions, William opens his magazine and ignores you again. You enjoy the ride and a non-alcoholic drink. It takes some minutes until the limousine gets slower and stops. The driver informs you, that you have arrived.

Outside it is starting to get dark. But that makes all the neon lights around you even more beautiful. Every building around is somehow decorated with lights. It also looks very clean and high class. From what you see you assume you are in another rich part of the town. You also smell water, so you are either close to a river or a lake. Your father owns a yacht, so you assume you are close to the local yacht port.

Your brother doesn’t bother to look around and enjoy. He walks straight over to the entrance of a building. In neon lights is the word >Paradise< written. Expensive looking cars park around. Your limousine is not the only one. And you even see a car with a diplomat license plate. You look back to the driver, but he has already started a conversation with another driver who likely waits for his employer to come back too.