It didn’t take us long to get to a room upon passing the entrance area, and leaving the elevator. I was pressed to admit that while on the outside it would seem that the vampires were naturally inherent of more class, it was not the case in terms of the exquisite decorum of the den into which I had ventured.
The floor matched its smooth stone walls, with a marble that seemed to move in flat waves beneath our feet. The four large beams lining the path in which we were walking, were sharp and smooth in their gray, a hue curious, as while it seemed opaque, held a sheerness to it that attracted one’s gaze.
“This place surely is remarkable.” I uttered impressionably.
“Nicer than the vamp cove, for sure.”
Keyvah rolled her eyes but did not say anything, as it seemed, even she was impressed
