Sleazy baby

a rose is a risk is a rose

It was impossible to be this happy. The room we were in now was ultramarine. Error blue. Flight map blue. The room we had just been in was blood-red. Rose-red. The red of alarm and vulgarity. The club was simply called VIP Club. Bachata blared on the speakers. Lasers sliced the air. Working girls watched the whole scene from the perimeter, plump and hau…