This was the best nightclub she’d ever been in. Never mind the excellent music at ‘The Stables’, the dazzling lights at ‘Tapestry’, the stylish furniture at ‘The Mad Ox’, or the raw, youthful energy of ‘Earthquake’; here at the Grand Galloping Gala, this was everything Purity had expected, dreamed, imagined, hoped, and wished for. All that, and she could still ‘hang out’ with her companions so dear! A shame her Gilbert did not have an invite, but he was only a student, after all. She might have perhaps asked for one on his behalf, but she did not wish to impose on her VIP or give her paramour the wrong impression. She was merely his teacher for the moment; she could never be his long-term lover.