The woman came over to her, putting her arm around Mary's like they were old friends, smiling a genuine pleasant smile as their fingers entwined. This close it was impossible not to notice how divine the woman smelled; the scent of some outrageously expensive perfume clinging to her slender frame, her skin soft as the finest silk. "Miss Collins, please, it would be my honour to drive you wherever you wish, and then we can talk about this person you saw in the club."<br/><br/>Her ears twitched lightly, and her head turned, only seconds later did Mary notice the faint sound of sirens. "That was fast," she said, managing to sound surprised. "We called the police, just to be safe, you never know what kind of creeps lurk around, do you?" She tugged gently on Mary, making her follow towards the waiting car. While they had talked another young African woman had appeared, waiting patiently by the open door, one of the bartenders from the club, Maya.<br/><br/>The club patrons scattered when they heard the sirens outside. Seconds ago they had all been having fun, now it was every man for himself, as nobody wanted to get arrested. Suddenly the door was kicked in, five armed police officers pouring in, screaming and shouting, and pointing their weapons at anyone moving. Unrest escalated to a panic.