It was a ballroom. Lots of mirrors. Cat swallowed nervously; she'd never liked mirrors. She shook her head and turned her attention to the old gramophone in the corner. It was fascinating. She'd never seen one before in her life. She placed the needle on the record and jumped when an old waltz came out of it loudly.
There was a small stack of records next to the music player and Cat looked through them, fascinated. Old jive, original rumbas, early cha cha music. It had everything they needed.