blinding lights and loud music were the hallmark of strip clubs like this. the VIP area, although expensive, is very busy; especially for gambling. but Makarov doesn't care... he's more busy observing the sensual movements of one stripper in particular. he is always graceful in all his movements, he is intoxicating. the red wine burns Makarov's throat softly as his eyes don't leave the dancing figure, watching him like a hawk from above the balcony