The music inside the booth was deafening, smoke intertwining, with the pungent scent of perfume mixed with alcohol wafting out.
Cecilia Vaughn almost felt an urge to vomit, listening to the group of people shouting excitedly amidst the agitating music.
"Strip! Strip! Strip! Oh, Cynthia, you lost again at rock-paper-scissors, haha..."
Cecilia Vaughn's mind had been a tangled mess, like a ball of threads intertwined chaotically. Upon hearing the clapping and shouting, she suddenly cleared up.
...
Cecilia Vaughn remembered she didn't bring a recording pen, but her phone could still record some images and sounds. She kept it in mind and turned on the monitor feature of her phone.
"Excuse me, may I interrupt you all?"
After doing so, Cecilia Vaughn quickly stepped forward. Her voice was neither loud nor soft but exceptionally clear. As the music paused in a transition, everyone could hear her.
All eyes turned to Cecilia Vaughn.
