Upon the spies' entrance to the nightclub, they were immediately stopped by a security guard by the door, who was dressed in a formal suit and tie, with a French moustache and gelled, combed-back hair.
"Ladies, I need your IDs," said the guard with a French accent. Only after Claire and Eliza presented their IDs were they granted entry into the nightclub.
"Seriously, do we look like minors?" hissed Eliza angrily. "Hello! We'll be juniors at college next week!"
"It's prolly just a routine inspection," responded Claire, shrugging.
They walked through glamorously decorated corridors before eventually arriving at the main hall of the nightclub.
