I walked across the ground. My heels annoyed me as they clacked against the stone floor. My leather suit rubbed against my skin. This must be a special cushion if I had to trade my violin for it. Suddenly, a silhouette approached.
“Scarlett, you came.”
“Where’s this cushion?” I said through gritted teeth. My mouth watered as waited.
“Here,” he said pulling out an object from his back.
It was a scarlet colour. I held both my hands out, one containing the violin the other to collect the scarlet cushion. As soon as the Violin touched his hands the ground shaked and I realized I had made a terrible mistake.