It wasn't a private room that Hilda had reserved for Lucille on the second floor, but a booth with an excellent view. The booth was made of sound-proof glass, which could block the sound and gazes from the outside world by locking the door and drawing the curtains. If the curtains were open, one could clearly feel the atmosphere of Night Melody.
The most important thing was that the booth was facing the stage on the first floor. In that position, one could witness the performances of the singers and bands.
Lucille sat down on the sofa as soon as she entered. She looked down through the railing and saw the men and women who were singing and dancing under her feet. She shook her head from time to time and was amused by herself.
Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.
The current Lucille seemed to have lost her intelligence and was like a curious and fearless child.