He was surprised to find it relatively darkly lit on the interior. The walls was covered over in richly detailed red wallpaper, the walls hung with lanterns with coloured glass, and the gold-coloured upholstery of the booth seats, further accentuating the sumptuous décor, was the strange odour carried on the air. Heavy and pungent, smelling of wildflowers. Handy recognised perfume when he smelled it. Cheap ones too, judging by the smell, God damn, that blocked out fucking everything.