Gábor

The door to the Crimson Lounge opens and you are ushered inside. Gábor smiles at you. "Welcome to Fangtasia." His unsettling gaze lingers on your neck. "No windows, no clocks, no regrets," he says. His dazzling smile makes his eyes sparkle in the dim light. The room is set with crimson leather settees that scream 'antique' — probably 18th century. "Gabe Hazy. Pleased to meet you. People say I’m old-fashioned. I call it timeless. But we aren't here to discuss old furniture, are we?"