Neon lights flickered and music pulsed. Only after nine o’clock in the evening did City C truly come alive. The caution of the day, the repressed stress of the workplace—at this hour, everything seemed to find release. Gone were the daytime restraints, the constant treading on eggshells.
There was no pressure from bosses demanding higher sales, no difficult clients to appease, and no need to diligently grind through mountains of reports, project plans, and event proposals. All they had to do now was let their truest selves out. As the saying goes, after three drinks, everyone’s genuine nature begins to surface.
Night Color Bar was at its peak. Men and women on the dance floor swayed to the thumping music, while neon lights darted between them, painting their clothes and faces in a kaleidoscope of colors. Everyone was letting themselves go completely.
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