Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
When Johnson found him, he found too the secret to that Planet Stories November 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that that came at him, the wild frantic beat of a Venusian rhumba, the notes pounding and jumping through the smoke and perfume clouded room. Caldwell, sitting in a booth next to the door, glanced up as Johnson was all soft syllables of liquid sound. The Venusian equivalent of a headwaiter was bowing to him. "I'll have a tarmur to start," Johnson said. "How are the dreams tonight?" "Ze vill be the most wonserful of all sonight. The great Unger hisself hisself!" The headwaiter kissed the tips of his fingers. "Um," Johnson said. "The great Unger!" His voice expressed surprise, just the right amount of it. "I'll have a tarmur to start but when does the dreaming commence?" "In one zonar or maybe less. Shall I make ze reservations for ze mighty one?" As he was speaking, the headwaiter was deftly conducting Johnson to the bar. "Not just yet," Johnson said. "See me a little later." "But certainly." The headwaiter was gone into the throng. Johnson was Women such as this one had been quickening the pulse of men since the days of Adam. The second reason concerned her presence here in this "They are beautiful," he said, smiling. "Thank you." "I was referring to the bubbles." "I am not a child," she answered with a firm sureness that left no doubt in his mind that she knew what she was saying. "And my name is Vee Vee." "Vee Vee? Um. That is...." "Don't you think it's a nice name?" "I certainly do. Probably the rest of it is even nicer." "There is no more of it. Just Vee Vee. Like Topsy, I just grew." his purpose here was suspected. He shrugged the thought aside. If his purpose here was suspected, there would be no point in planting a woman on him. There would only be the minor matter of slipping a knife into his back. said. "Not any longer," he laughed. "You have decided them?" "Yes." "Every last one of them?" "Oh, there might be one or two matters undecided somewhere, say out on the periphery of the galaxy. But we will solve them when we get to them." He waved vaguely toward the roof and the sky of space hidden behind the clouds that lay over the roof, glanced around as a man eased himself into an empty stool on his left. The man was Caldwell. think he is, or was, here." "Um," Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. "How—" "Because that girl was asking for him," Caldwell's fingers answered. merriment that danced in them there was ice. Johnson felt cold. "The reservations for ze dreaming, great one?" The headwaiter was bowing and scraping in front of him. "The great one has decided, yes?" "The dreaming!" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. "Of course. We must see darling?" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow. "Certainly," Johnson said. The decision was made on the spur of the moment. That there was danger in it, he did not doubt. But there might be something else. And he might be there. sounded like lutes from heaven. Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with elbow lost its grip, dropped away and hung limp at her side. Grabbing it, she began to massage it. "You—you—" Hot anger and shock were in her voice. "You're the first man I ever knew who could break the Karmer nerve paralysis." "And you're the first woman who ever tried it on me." "But—" mistake twice." "Good," Johnson said. interrupt." She was silent. A smile, struggling to appear on her face, seemed to signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his rising up from an open space at the bottom. There ought to have been a stage there at the bottom, but there wasn't. Instead there was an coldness now. Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm. "Yes." "What is it?" "How would I know?" "Please!" Her voice grew sharp. "I think Johnny Johnson ought to know." "But—" "And who besides Johnny Johnson would recognize the Karmer nerve grip and be able to break it instantly?" "Hell—" "John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human there was no doubt who you were!" Her words went on and on. "Who are you?" His words were blasts of sound. "Please, darling, you are making a scene. I am sure this is the last balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But Caldwell had said that she had been asking about Martin. What connection did she have with that frantic human genius he sought here? Johnson felt his skin crawl. He moved toward a nest of cushions on operation but they knocked out a human or a Venusian in a matter of seconds. True, the person they knocked unconscious would be all right the next Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers had been empty, the next second the Venusian, smiling with all the impassivity of a bland Buddha, was in the light. He weighed three hundred pounds if he weighed an ounce, he was clad in a long robe that would impede movement. He had appeared in the bright beam of the Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. "How—" A few minutes earlier, she had been a very certain young woman, able to take care of herself, and handle anyone around her. Now she was on the periphery of his universe, perhaps of the universe. in his life. At the sight of it, a deep glow sprang inside of him. Back when he had been a kid he had dreamed of flight to the far-off this night, to the Dream Room of a Venusian tavern. "See what?" "The space ship!" He shook his head and tried again. Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a and there with a multitude of tiny pinches, like invisible fleas biting him. "This is it!" a voice whispered in his mind. "This is what you came to Venus to see. This ... this...." The first voice went into silence. when he had learned the names of these functions and how to use them. "Be quiet!" he said roughly. The little voices seemed to blend into a single chorus. "Action, Master! Do something." "Quiet!" Johnson ordered. "But hurry. We are excited." if action is taken before the time for it—if that time ever comes—we can all die." "Die?" the chorus quavered. "Yes," Johnson said. "Now be quiet. When the time goes we will all go together." The chorus went into muted silence. But just under the threshold the force. All he could say for certain was that Unger floated. "Yaaah!" The silence of a room was broken by the enraged scream of a "Damn it!" A human voice said. A wave as sharp as the tip of a sword swept through the room. Unger fell. He was ten feet high when he started to fall. With a bone-breaking, silence went. Voices came. "Who did that?" "What happened?" On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up Johnson had no time to ask her what she meant. Somewhere in the back is here!" In Johnson's hand as he came to his feet the zit gun throbbed. He fired there seemed to be an endless number of them. "Vee Vee?" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had "Vee Vee!" Johnson's voice became a shout. "To hell with the woman!" Caldwell grunted. "Martin's the important one." Zit, zit, zit, Caldwell moved toward the rear, shooting as he went. Johnson followed.

<question>:
How many different bars do Vee Vee and Johnson visit in the story?

<options>:
A Two
B Three
C Four
D One

<answer>:

D