"I'm sure every night here is interesting," she responded, an amused little grin in place as she followed the sound of Jenny's voice until her knees brushed against the end of the bed. Even if Dahlia had the distinct disadvantage of not seeing the entertainers and staff of the brothel, she knew that the majority of them weren't even human. That was, after all, the reason she kept coming back. After coming to the Red Door so many times, the 'real' world felt bland and dull. How could it compare to this dark wonderland?
Dahlia seemed to contemplate silently when Jenny asked if she had any particular requests. Some nights her requests were fairly vanilla for a place such as this, and other times, times when she needed to forget about the life outside, they were much darker. Dangerous. Tonight, though, she decided it would be the usual, which consisted of getting high and having Jenny drink from her. Whatever happened after was an added bonus, but it was the high she cared about.
"The normal," she finally said, already reaching into her purse in search of the small box that contained a baggie of cocaine and a razor to make the lines. It might have seemed dangerous for a blind woman to handle a razor, but after two years of regular use, she was as proficient at it as a sighted person, and it took only a minute or two for Dahlia to have three different lines laid out on the box. "You want one?" she offered with a little smile.
Whether or not Jenny accepted, Dahlia helped herself to the first line. It still burned, even after all this time, but she'd grown to appreciate it rather than dread it, and before the effects of the first batch could even begin to take place, she snorted the second line just as easily before using the back of her hand to wipe at whatever white debris was left behind around her nostrils.