Conversations picked up around Samuel and Dumas as the night progressed and the club neared it’s time to open. As Dumas continued explaining about the club, how certain things worked, other employees, and so on, he heard a very low whisper from over his shoulder.<br/><br/>“Over here.”<br/><br/>Samuel turned his head slightly to see what or who it was from the corner of his eye and found an image of the illusionist standing behind him. Not only that, but everyone now looked like the cat masked man.<br/><br/>“What new breed of sexy beast do we have here?” It asked with a sarcastic ring to the voice.<br/><br/>Sam decided he would not react instantly and took a brief moment to evaluate and observe his situation.<br/><br/>No one else in the bar seemed to be reacting to the illusion, so one of 2 conclusions could be drawn. The first was that this was a regular occurrence and that all of the employees and early patrons were subjected to this trickery on a fairly regular basis, but he didn’t think this was possible. With how much of a militant and orderly man Dumas appeared to be Samuel didn’t think he would allow for this to occur so often. There should be some kind of reaction from somebody around them, but everyone was acting as they were before this illusion. The second conclusion, also the more likely one, the cat man accessed his neural frequencies and made the illusion so only he would be able to see and hear it.<br/><br/>From this conclusion Samuel had to wonder why he was being targeted. There were a few reasons that he could find with what little information he had on the situation, and most of it he wasn’t sure was grounded in fact. The reason he decided was the most likely was that he was simply the new guy. Perhaps the cat man was seeking to establish a sense of power and dominance… Or perhaps he was an arrogant child with an expensive toy.<br/><br/>Either way, Samuel didn’t have anything more then apathy for the situation. Illusions couldn’t be anything more then a nuisance and seeing as he had been shot, stabbed, and tortured at points in his life, he didn’t find the cat man with his shiny mask and rave pants to be anything more than flamboyant.<br/><br/>Once he had finished calculating the situation, Samuel merely tipped his hat. “Evening to ya.” With that he turned back to listen to Dumas.