118 Kind of... Hot.

The two walked out of the restaurant and started walking towards their next destination. Marcel opened the first two buttons of his shirt as he started feeling warm from the wine he just had. It wasn't that late, but there was barely anyone walking in the streets.

"The streets are empty," Marcel commented as he closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze.

"Most of the establishments here are quite exclusive, so it's not a surprise," Adrian said as he glanced at Marcel, who had briefly closed his eyes.

"That makes sense," Marcel said as he put his hands in his pocket. He was already clear-headed and figured that this must be Avian's doing.

"We're here," Adrian said and walked into a building that looked too low key to be a bar.

"Good evening sir, would you like to go to your usual room?" the waiter, who was close to the entrance, asked Adrian the moment he saw him.