Having been pointed towards the bouncer by the concierge, Alana begins to take stock of the man currently talking to the maybe-a-pimp. As she paid attention to him, she couldn't help but feel something coming of him. Perhaps it was the man's posture or the way the light hit him; whatever it was, it told one thing very clearly: Power or Authority. Still according to the concierge, he was the man to talk to about Mr. Goodeman's event.<br/><br/>As she approached the two men, she saw that the bouncer had managed to send the maybe-a-pimp into a nearby change room. That was good, though it begged several questions: 1) how many others were invited? ; 2) Would they be as colorful as the scarlet 'pimp'? ; and 3) what would be the exact nature of this gathering?<br/><br/>Things weren't adding up, and it was beginning to annoy her. Still, she schooled herself. Had to keep professional, it would be bad if she offended the wrong person.<br/><br/>"Excuse me sir, is this the way to Mr. Goodeman's event?" said the young woman as politely as she could.