Are you sure?
You are in the entrance foyer to Orlando's Club Paris, yes, THAT Paris as in Paris Hilton. High ceilings suspend pink shears that are tied back to reveal alcoves stuffed with genetalia pink monochromatic pillows, benches and cocktail napkins. An air of exclusivity is slightly ruined by the sign pleading for qualified servers, bartenders, and security personel.
> DO NOT LET THEM TAKE ME ALIVE
Public; context has been eaten by a Grue.