The club was not yet open for its midday business, and Kristen found Indra and her girls breakfasting. The girls looked haggard, even in their gaudy robes and wrappers, and an eerie red light permeated the dingy interior of the club, which reeked of last night’s smoke and sweaty dancing. It was the kind of place where anyone without a hangover would wonder why on earth he didn’t have one.