They did have a bar. He was sitting on it drinking a delicious hibiscus tea from a cute glass cup, framed with a copper carved base. There was a soft moody music and a stage up front. Apparently it was a one off show. People were settling already on tables with candle lights on their centers. They all exuded high money. The soft music stopped. The already poor lighting dimmed even more. A creepy song started playing and chills ran down his spine. A figure of a young woman descended slowly from the ceiling on a swing made of velvet ropes. Her exposed back to the audience. The few parts of her body that were covered, were basically sheer layers of red soft fabric that floated in the air hanging past her bare feet in lose strips. Long brown curls fell down her shoulder blades and she suddenly let herself fall back swinging now upside down, her right ankle being her only anchor to the ropes. Malfoy missed completely the audience reaction. He was frozen on his stool. Grey eyes wide, mouth agape. His heart was thumping so hard, he thought it might burst out of his chest. A ring on his ears killed every other sound in the room. She was dancing, she was floating in the air. She was contorting her body like a skilled acrobat out of the most erotic fantasy. She was like a fucking dream. 