She waited in the office of The Euphoria Gambling Parlor....waited to pay on the marker against her home.
"Office" was a bit of a misnomer. The room held a couple of plastic lawn chairs, the hulks of gaming consoles and...an old stained mattress.
The room had a pervading feel of yellow...the yellow of faded paint, of nicotine and grease, of dim flourescent lights.
Immensely fat and sweating heavily, his skin had an unhealthy, jaundiced pallor reaffirming the yellow motif.
As they both began to disrobe, her colorless tears of shame took on a yellowish hue as well.