"The color scheme was muted blues and purples, and if they hadn't had silhouettes of naked women on the walls, it would have looked like a restaurant, oh, and the poster advertising that Wednesday was amatuer night."
My brain hurts.
EDIT: Also, the word is "suave". Not "sauve". That's the fifth time. No cookie, Laurell. No fucking cookie.
ALSO EDIT: I added some more notes to the previous Laurell post.
ALSO ALSO EDIT: The point should be made that the reason this drives me as crazy as it does is because she is better than this. I still do recommend the first few books. It's just started to become a train wreck. I want to give her something to neutralize her own personal ardeur so she can sit her ass down and write a good supernatural crime novel again.