"Is that code, Justin?" She smirks at him and takes his offered arm, walking with him into the restaurant.
The establishment screams oppulence: all of the fabrics are lush and luxe, the wood is dark and highly polished, and there are marble and brass accents everywhere. Even the staff is clad in designer clothing. Christina doesn't bat an eye as she walks up to the hostess, who smiles at her, acknowledges her by name and whisks them away to a private table.
"I hope you're okay with this, but there is dancing at the club."
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