"I wasn't actually thinking that, but now that you mention it I suppose it could be," he smiled at the thought. "But don't worry, it'll be helpful. Though i'm not sure we'll be able to find the weapon you want. Yulia city isn't as antique as uh, Valdtier," he added.
Despite it being "night", the city was still very much alive and crowded with people on its humid streets. Layle and Genevieve didn't have to walk much as they rode something that was best described as a crude metal basket hanging by a single wire. Layle said that they were called "aerial trams", and it was the most popular way to get around the city, especially in the parts where there was no visible ground.
They got off at a seedy cluster of people and packed doors that resembled the market streets that surrounded the bottomless-center of the city. It was only the passing trams and several openings into the bottom that reminded everyone they were packed all onto conjoined skyscrapers. Lights of all kinds lit up the roaming streets, from candles, torches, magic, and something that Layle pointed out and called "elektrikal".
There was a particular spot that seemed to be isolated and was shadowed by the overhead and hanging buildings. An elektrikal sign was placed over the dark door that read L'Amour, and Layle without hesitation opened the doors and lead Genevieve down a small flight of stairs into a dim area that smelled of harsh perfumes, tobacco, food, and more perfume. Several people stood around talking quietly in a lobby area that led off in two different directions. There was a small table that separated both of the hallways and behind it an oddly dressed woman with all kinds of mismatching pinks and reds of feathers, furs, and thin clothing.
"Hey, Morgan," Layle waved and approached the woman who sat precariously upon the desk smoking. "Is Eluda here tonight?"
"Mhmm," she replied and lifted her head ever so slowly to Layle and blew smoke in his direction. "She just came in a few minutes ago; she's probably getting ready for tonight. You're here early--you feeling really lonely tonight?"
Layle coughed. "No, not tonight. Besides, it's none of your damn business, Morgan."
"I suggest you be nicer if you don't want to be thrown out. You forget I'm the gatekeeper, y'know."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Ooh, who's this lady? You trying to get her a job here? Eluda needs some extra hands for tonight, we have one of those dangerous fellas and his group coming in later tonight--if y'know what I mean. Apparently this guy likes more than one girl to put his arm around."
"No no, it's not like that. We're simply working together on something, and we're on break. Thought I'd show her around for a bit. Anyways, we're going inside, Morgan. Tell Eluda that I'm looking for her--urgently," Layle instructed and grabbed Genevieve by the arm to pull her further into the place.
The hallway led to a large and dimly lit room. There was a stage at the very end of the place, and booths and tables were placed everywhere between the opposite wall and the stage. The place was fairly inhabited by all kinds of people who drank and talked to each other in laughing whispers and kisses.
Layle sat in one of the chairs further back. "So uh, you drink? I'll buy you something while we wait."