Elegant gold and silver hues clashed with the bright and daring colors of emerald and crimson, making Levi Black’s head spin. The room’s elaborate, circular architecture made it worse. Schneider Tower wasn’t the most impressive or tallest building in Lyon City, but it certainly boasted one of the best ballrooms. Elegant spirals were the common motif in the Purple Room, the tower’s highest point. They were everywhere, from the swirling marbled floor to the golden walls and the impressive stained glass on the mosaic-domed ceiling. Levi could stare dumbly at the ceiling above him for minutes on end, unaware of the comings and goings around him. The honey champagne served on stalks of elegant glasses didn’t help his throbbing head either. Was that his fourth or fifth glass? Bear shifters—or for that matter, shifters of any kind—didn’t get drunk easily, but they still got drunk. Whoever decided to serve champagne laced with expensive grade A honey at a party guarded by bear shifters was either stupid or doing it intentionally.
