"Oh, I have no doubts about your conviction to secrecy.  If I had, you wouldn't be down here and seeing this."<br/><br/>Micheal gave her that knowing smile of his as he escorted her further into the Sanctuary.  The action on stage was reaching a literal climax as the two women went down on each other while the man alternated between them, taking each of them in turn from behind.  There was a great cacophony of music and moaning, each intermingling until it was hard to discern one from the other.  Micheal paid it little heed though for he was focused on showing her around and letting it sink in just how deeply this secret ran.<br/><br/>They passed by several of the privacy booths, all of its occupants engrossed in their own worlds of hedonism and earthy pleasures.  One of the employees was sitting on the lap of a balding man, who was wearing nothing save his peacock-feathered mask.  She was kissing him deeply while he toyed with her exposed breasts, her giggles escaping those pressed lips. The masks were another part of the elaborate theme of the club and many of them were works of art in their own right.  Micheal waved a hand towards a pair of male employees who were serving drinks, their masks plain and made of black velvet.<br/><br/>"All employees are masked down here.  Well, most of them.  If you work down here under my orders, you won't be masked.  Let them see who you are and that you have influence here and speak with my voice.  That's what I need the most; someone who is able to be where I am needed while I am seeing to other matters.  Helping manage the Sanctuary will be a big part of your job. Do you think you can handle that?"