"So no tipping unless I like them and they know I like them. Gotcha. This place sounds weird but okay, whatever you say." Yaz said as they walked back towards the building. 
It seemed desolate on the outside, like an abandoned building except for a few glowing signs that showed it was in fact not abandoned. Yaz was really starting to question whether or not this place was actually where his life would end before Carmen opened the door and revealed the inside. 
As if the door completely blocked out all sounds, Yaz was practically slapped in the face with noise. Loud music, dim lights, and muffled... screaming. 
Not the "I'm being killed" screaming, but the "I'm being fucked in the ass" screaming. Yaz gulped as he walked in, Carmen following in behind him as he looked around the actually quite nice interior. 
It was a big lobby with ornate red furniture that no one dared to disgrace their asses with, and a pristine black tiled floor that was so shiny Yaz thought he was standing on glass for a split second. The pristine, scarlet red walls were bare and there was a long line, encasing people in a thick, velvet rope that twisted and turned to accommodate the many guests.
Naturally, there were people there, the usual incel looking sorts that looked like they practically lived in dilapidated motels, but also a lot of fancy people. They were dressed in clothing that looked like it cost more than a middle aged lawyer's mortgage, and just like Carmen had said, everyone was completely silent. Not talking to one another as they waited patiently in line, a large, muscled bouncer stopping them from rushing the main area. 
The only noise was the "screaming" that came from the back area and some music that sounded like a weird mix between EDM and Classical, music that certainly didn't match the decor. The only talking that was done was hushed whispers between parties that seemed to be there together, not loud enough to be heard over music, but loud enough to know that people were indeed still talking, if not keeping on the quiet side, considering most don't fucking listen. But most were alone. 
Carmen smiled, and walked forward. What Yaz assumed would be an incredibly long wait in line, seeing as there were at least 100 people in the large lobby, ended up only being a few seconds. 
When Carmen said that he'd been here a lot must have meant he bought the premium pass or something because he'd just skipped the fucking line like he owned the place. Yaz didn't follow him immediately, but as he saw a few angry glances from the nearby people he promptly did so.
Carmen walked confidently across the pristine black tiled floors, lined with flashing red and blue LED's, and stopping at the bouncer. They spoke in a hushed whisper before the bouncer smiled and let them in. The bouncer gave Yaz a stern look, as if to tell him not to cause any trouble.
Yaz just nodded as a bead of sweat ran down his forehead and they continued walking through the dark hallway. After a few moments of walking down the hallway, they were met halfway by two women, they were both dressed in the same black and white pantsuit, the same black short cut bob and even the same white face mask covering their features. Everything about them was monochrome except for the flashing lights, and they bowed like twin Siamese cats. 
"Welcome." They said in unison like some sort of horror movie.
Carmen bowed back and Yaz widened his eyes before sloppily doing the same. "You already know what I want. He's new." Carmen said, nodding towards Yaz and holding out a card for the two women. The one on the right took it, and slipped it into her pocket.
The feline on the left nodded and turned around, walking further back down the hall. She stopped and turned, and Yaz widened his eyes before he realized she wanted him to follow.