Devrim almost chuckled at Isabelle's reaction to the place. It was pretty cool, but then again he had been used to this kinda of lifestyle for a while now. He watched as an individual came up to greet them, the one who had invited Devrim to this mansion. Conrad O'Brien. An old friend of Devrim's. Conrad's business ventures were something Devrim found...less than savory. He ran a ring which dealt with lady favors. While Devrim didn't agree with what Conrad did, Conrad was his own person and made his own decisions. Devrim had no control over him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Hello Conrad. Looks like you've got quite the party going on."</span>Conrad smiled and looked around. Most people had already engaged in conversation, and it seemed like Conrad was in one which he left to greet the pair that arrived. The two ladies that he had waiting for him just watched them with a smile. Conrad gave them a smile and turned back toward Devrim and Isabelle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">"Yes, well...Not everyone has arrived yet."</span>After a small conversation, Conrad was called to another group.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">"Feel free to walk around and mingle, dinner is supposed to start in half an hour. See you around."</span>He said and gave Isabelle a wink. Devrim looked over to Isabelle as Conrad left, a slight pink in her cheek.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You wouldn't want to get involved with him. He, uh...keeps many women around him."</span>Devrim said as they moved along through the hall. Isabelle had pressed against him slightly as Conrad was there but seemed to relax now.<br/><br/>As the night went on, Devrim and Isabelle had gotten into quite a few conversations with the other guests at the party. Most of the time, they talked about things like current events, some interesting things that have happened lately and other things normal people talk about. Occasionally, Devrim and a few of the guests he had met before and trusted talked in hushed whispers about what will happen next for the leadership of the grand mafia. The previous head had just passed away, and some tensions were brewing. This party had partly been done so there would be discussions among the current leaders of the smaller mafias. There was an order to things. It kept everything in balance. Many that Devrim would talk to eyed Isabelle suspiciously, not trusting this woman that they had never seen before. Devrim would ease their tensions and tell them that he trusted her. Eventually they would open up around her. If it were any other person, Devrim would've left them and talked in private, but Devrim didn't want something to happen to Isabelle while she was under his supervision. As the time passed and it was announced that dinner would be served soon, people began making way to their tables. The dining area was set up with large rectangular tables. each able to seat 6 people. Devrim pulled out a chair for Isabelle, and once she was seated took the chair beside her. On the opposite side from them, there was another pair of people in their own conversation which Devrim couldn't hear.<br/><br/>Soon after everyone was seated, food was brought to the tables. As everyone began to eat, conversations began around the tables as well. Devrim looked over to Isabelle. He started some small conversation with her, and eventually got into some of the people at the party. He didn't directly point them out, but described them and where they were. He went into details of who they are, what they do, and where they are located. All the information ingrained into his mind. It was important to know all this, not just for Devrim but for Isabelle as well. Devrim also explained a bit on their attitudes. Some of them were complete assholes. Others seemed friendly but were conniving little rats that wouldn't think twice about backstabbing someone that considered them a friend. There were very few that Devrim said were actually truthful to those that they trusted here. As dinner went on and dessert was finished, there were some people that had begun to dance to the music that was playing by a live group. They played soft melodies, and they were pretty good. After some time, a woman walked over. Her name was Irene Bennington.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"May we speak, Mr. Inus?"</span>She said with a smile along her lips. Devrim nodded with a 'sure'. She then added<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Privately."</span>Devrim sighed and looked to Isabelle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'll be back in a few minutes."</span><br/><br/>As they walked away from Isabelle, Irene turned to Devrim.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"How about a dance? It wouldn't look too suspicious."</span>She said and Devrim nodded. They began to dance and Irene brought up a job she did for Devrim earlier in the year. It had apparently been completed but there were some difficulties. One of the rival mafias of theirs has seized the small little project that they had been working so hard on. Devrim told her that they need to get it back. Irene mentioned the location, and Devrim recalled that this was the headquarters of the mafia. Getting it back would be difficult. Devrim told her that they would need to plan an extraction and get it. After a few more minutes of small talk, Devrim and Irene broke their small dance and made their own separate ways.