Ethel sensed the albino woman's frustration and couldn't help but wonder if it was birthed from the overwhelming of senses.  Though dim, the lights were many in number to add to the magical allure of the floor.  Music strummed from the elegant pluck of a piano key or the more delicate chime of a music box.  Not to mention the small sea of faces swaying to and fro with their instructors.  Ethel recalled the first time she'd walked into Lidget's and how it had unnerved her so until the madam herself beckoned the young girl inside.

"Ah, I see."  She murmured before reaching out for Avarice's pale hand.  "Come with me."

Should the young girl accept the invitation, Ethel would lead them past the chaos of the main dance hall and into a more secluded section of the building.  A dimly lit hallway housed two doors facing each other.  Ethel would motion towards the open one on the right which was large enough for two people to easily dance within.  There was a large mirror on the innermost wall - all of which were white - and a music box sat on a table close to the door. 

"Are you familiar with belle qui tiens ma vie?"  An auburn brow piqued curiously.