Chapter 135

The roar of the crowd was deafening, as was the blast that split the air. Instantly the music ratcheted up in volume, and most began to dance.

Something dark and twinkling began to rain down on all of us, like tufts of obsidian snow. Before I could stop myself, my eyes were pulled away from the Russo’s. My jaw went a little slack, and I immediately scolded myself for not looking up when we had first stepped through.

The ceiling was domed and made entirely of glass. The blues and purples of the night sky bled together like a watercolor painting, but the stars remained bright. Attached to the metal frame that held the clear panels were cages—actual cages, suspended on thick chains. They hung at various heights, and more than one was occupied.

From what I could see, the people in the cages were women—naked women. They ran their hands over their body as they thrashed and twirled to the music, all in their cages fifty feet above the ground. That was