Matt walked in, scratching the back of his head. "What the hell is this?"
The host club house of all...shiny with all the expensive glassware and such. Even the furniture looked like glass.
Snorting, Matt sat down thuggishly in a chair, ignoring the girl that was about to sit in it. "Sorry, babe, but this chair is mine. So scat."
The girl huffed and stomped away, leaving a satisfied Matthew behind.