Those dresses are in demand
One Work Cited Sitting in the Korova milk bar, the four droops prepare for their evening on the town. Previously, they planned to buy prom Dress for someone. The dimly lit bar which served milk spiked with the drug of your choice, was host to the strange. It was bizarre of London’s criminal subculture. The four outlandish gang members shared a booth, scanning the milk bar, vultures looking for the latest in decayed cuisine. They wore what they deemed “the height of fashion”, black tights, lapel-less waistcoats, and derbies with the mandatory cane accompaniment instead of discount prom dresses. After getting their fill of the spiked “Molopo”, they leave the bar. Outside the bar, on the dimly lit street, a slovenly old man lays against a wall. Drunk, he sings out to the night sky like it was his only friend, attracting the attention of the local bullies. In the glow of the street-lamp, they punch and kick him, showing the old man what they think of his drunken display because of prom dresses under $100. As they beat him, he hollers out, telling them he has no urge to live in this filthy, corrupt world anyway, so they might as well do him in. They leave him there, bloodied and puking, moving on to the next adventure of the night.