[Darkness]

"I would appreciate it if you returned my jewels."

[Snowy]

"You calling me a thief wise-guy? Huh? You have any idea who you dealin' with?"

[Darkness]

"You are Carla. Which apparently can be a boy's name. And yes, I'm calling you a thief."

[Snowy]

The greasy guy looked a little stumped. "Get outta heah! Or else! You don't know who your messing with!" With this the greasy guy began to call out for the gentleman's club again, which is apparently called "Wild Orchid."

[Darkness]

"..."

The dark cloaked man knew he would get no further with the man without bribery. That was just the sort of man he was. And, just for reassurance, he checked his pockets. His jewels were indeed gone... He had had a hunch, when he saw the smile.

"Very well. I will pay the 100 cinii."

He pulled out the money and gave it to the man.

[Snowy]

"Oh thank you kind, beautiful and intelligent sir! Please come right in!" Carla greedily pocketed the cash, and opened the curtain leading into the tent. "Please sir, step right in. Watch your step. Usually there are a few guys passed out at the entrance."

[Darkness]

.. The dark cloaked man... enters... warily.

[Snowy]

The first thing in sight is a very old man behind a bar. On the frontside of the bar is a chalkboard, where the menu is written in clear handwriting. There seems to be many customers who like to get drunk before they met the girls, or from the sound of some of the drinks, sober. What the hell is Mole Rat Melon-ade?

The tent is divided up into several, tiny rooms that are connected by large curtains of colorful beads. The bar, or entrance room, opens onto what it presumably the largest of the rooms, where there is a large pole holding the tent up. There are several men, young and old, getting their cheap thrills from young tricks in the main room. Surrounding this room, their are what seems to be more doorways, or in this case, beadways.

Several girls, most of them nude, are either giving private dances which consists of alot of bump-n-grind, or dancing around the pole, which also consists of alot of bump-n-grind. There is an open chair right in front of the pole, (there is no stage), and it looks like a scantily clad, but still clad, woman is walking around taking drink orders.

[Darkness]

The dark cloaked man didn't really want to be there. Public (public meaning outside of the bedroom) immodesty disgusted him. He had hoped the money would loosen Carla's tongue...

Perhaps one of the girls had the information he sought. He entered through one of the beaded entryways, intending to ask about Nikolaos Nero.

[Snowy]

The empty chair still sat there.

[Darkness]

Sensing that he apparently wasn't supposed to go into a beaded room, the dark cloaked man returned to the main room and apprehended a waitress. He then asked if they had any mulled wine.

[Snowy]

The waitress looked agitated, "Listen honey, things are kind of busy, can't you see? So take a seat and wait your turn! I'll get to you."

[Darkness]

Feeling as if it was.. meant to be... As if some sort of "spidey sense" was tingling... the dark cloaked man sat down in the chair.

[Snowy]

Eventually the waitress made her way over to the dark cloaked man. She looked tired and hassled, and she said, "Listen, I'm sorry I snapped before. It's just that I'm trying to pay my tutoring for an art trade and this is the only job that has the tips I need and... anyways, I'm sorry for being rude. Can I get you anything?"

[Darkness]

"Do you know of someone named Nikolaos Nero?"