When one enters the Silver Hare Club one expects an exotic dancing environment with the typical layout such a place has and the variously stages of unclad girls on pedestals or in cages. The Silver Hare Club fails to meet all those expectations. One must descend two steps to reach the large and ornately carved oak doors depicting a scene carved in the expansive wood. A scene of a rabbit hopping through a forest chasing a lass in an old fashion dress with many a wild thing growing. One wonders if this isn't an exclusive club or restaurant more than an exotic dancing bar. Once through the door the large expanse of oak floor is covered with large tables that could easily seat twenty people all at once, with plush chairs set in two semicircles around the table and concealing the majority of the table with the large backs of the chairs that reach until they are about three-quarters of the way to the ceiling. A soft sensual music without vocals fills the space, the music is just loud enough that one must stand close to the others to hear each other speak, but that voices do not need to be raised. Nothing but hushed murmurs disturb the music. The melodic thrum of the drums and driving beat of the sensual music make the floor thump and no doubt resounds inside the people entering.<br/><br/>A slight slope down leads to two glass doors from which the club can be seen. Two large burly man stand at those doors admitting guests who have paid and stamping hands or handing out laminated cards to patrons. Even out here the music can be heard. It is only once the room is entered that the full weight of the music is made clear. There is no stage or bar. Only a single door leading out at the far end of the hall to what must be back rooms and definitely a stairwell leading to the banks of windows looking down from what is clearly a second story that rings the main room. The main room spans two stories without interruptions.<br/><br/>A dark-skinned man stands at just such a window looking down. His black eyes piercing and intelligent as he surveys his club. Easily able to see what is going on inside every table. His hand rests on a crystal topping a black cane. He is clearly dressed in a dark burgundy suit with a white dress shirt peeking out of his dress coat. The blood red tie making a nice contrast to the burgundy. His hair is braided in a million micro braids down his back and neatly tied at the base of his neck so as to keep it out of his face. He has a small discreet mustache and a light stubble on his cheeks. He wears only one piece of jewelry and that is a large gold chain that vanishes under the dress shirt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF80">"Has my five o'clock appointment arrived yet Sheris,"</span>the man asked his personal assistant who stood discreetly at his side. A petite woman, with long blond hair and a skin tight black dress looking more like a supermodel than the secretary she was. Her light hazel eyes met his as she shook her head slightly to indicate that the woman he was expecting hadn't arrived yet,<span style="color: #80FF80">"Go and see if Moris is keeping her at the door then,"</span>the man said with a dismissive wave of his hand, returning his gaze to the window and the club beneath.