Eventually she found her way up to the eighth floor, where all the fancy 
restaurants were. The big banquet room had been rented out by some kind of 
garishly wealthy organization and was full of men wearing intimidatingly 
sophisticated suits, women wearing even more intimidating dresses, and the odd 
sprinkling of Victorians wearing far
more conservative—but still dapper and expensive—stuff. The music 
was fairly restrained, just one tuxedoed Chinese man playing jazz on a grand 
piano, but on a stage at one end of the room, a larger band was setting up its 
equipment.