Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Bulbs of dim yellow illuminated the interior, with neon lights over and around the bar area. Dozens—nearing fifty or sixty—people were sat at the barstools or the circular tables around.

Fairy lights of yellow hung from corner to corner and above the tables. The chatter in here was as overwhelming as the smell of cigar smoke and various sugars and fruits, carrying light scents of alcohol with them.

The line from outside filtered in, allowing those who were departing to have some space. It seemed most patrons were making a beeline for the staircase on the opposite side of the doors, where neon lights descended down.

A small band played in the corner of the room, with a large hat to collect tips and take requests. However, the light energetic jive the band was playing, seemed to overlap over some other muffled music—the source of it, downstairs.

Fumeko walked forward, eyeing up to her side, "So, where’s the crumb?"

"Shush now little detective, y’never know if a caster’s ’bout," Alicia barely had to hush in the loud surroundings. "This bar’s swanky ’n all, but the real magic, the charm, the class’s downstairs. C’mon, y’gotta loosen up."

Fumeko was taken by the arm and swayed forward by the taller woman. The brunette kept her eyes in a swivel, trying to catch anything shady out of the corner of her eye.

All she saw were well-dressed clientele, a few drunkards that were on the verge of being kicked out and food and colourful drinks in oddly shaped glasses being served around.

Down the steps they went, following the crowd in. The lights of yellow grew dimmer as it bounced off the walls of the stairs. It exited into a much larger room.

Neon lights of pink showered the room in its glow, alongside brighter yellow lights that were positioned carefully to create dim and dark areas all over the place.

Booths of bolstered seats were all around with seemingly even more opulently dressed patrons. The drinks sloshed of browns and much finer colours, coming from taps and shakers from the bartenders.

The bar itself hosted a vaster collection of alcohols and mixes stretching across the wall. A semi-circle stage was set against the middle of the wall, with musicians playing a jazzy swing at the back.