The giant African man simple chuckled at Mary, walking off towards a kind of alley in between cargo containers. A smooth black sedan was parked there, toned windows, engine running. He walked over the backseat window and handed off the phone to someone, a woman judging by the well manicured hand receiving the phone. Words were briefly exchanged, before the man bowed respectfully, opening the door and backing away to make room for his "boss".<br/><br/>It was indeed a woman, and she was gorgeous, a petite African woman dressed in a flawless business suit; a white silk shirt with a high collar, and long sleeves extending to cover her elegant hands, only show the very tips of her fingers, only buttoned halfway to show an impressive cleavage. Her skin was a magnificent golden bronze, and her dark hair was tied in a loose bun behind her head, showing off her smooth neck.<br/><br/>She smiled radiantly and stepped towards Mary, her heels clicking softly on the road. "Please accept my apology miss, I am truly sorry for my... assistants actions." She smiled and managed to sound quite sincere, handing the phone back to Mary. Standing so close to her, the woman's youth became apparent; she was barely an adult, most likely still a teenager, but she carried herself with the authority and power of someone with a lifetime of experience.<br/><br/>"But, I would like to discuss this person you saw in the club, the man on the walkway. Maybe I can offer you a ride home as recompense? It is really the least I can do."<br/><br/>The woman was perfectly polite, and there was something about her that put Mary at ease, despite the circumstances of their meeting. Gazing into her big brown eyes, there was a transfixing quality to them, and she found it was quite impossible to look away.<br/><br/>Inside the club the music suddenly stopped, leaving the guests standing awkwardly on the "dancefloor", looking around in confusion. The DJ himself grabbed a few essentials from his booth and bolted, and the bartending "staff" too seemed to quickly disappear as well, though they were in less of a hurry than the DJ. Soon the guests started mumbling to themselves, slowly realizing the music was not going to start back up; nobody knew what was going on.