i see in the farfar corner outlines of small doors that lead to smaller rooms while the bar keeper leads us in a short parade to one of the side gray doors then opens the wood as i rudely stare at the silence commotion , sneering like a junk yard dog eye witnessing the dancing girl on the floor bleeding red from her busted nose and a second girl sits upright upon a short sofa ices her black eye with a bag of ice cubes .