<span style="color: #80FF80"><div style="text-align: center;">~*~ Meanwhile in the Silver Hare Club ~*~</div></span><br/><br/>The black lights cast the room in shadows. Almost complete shadows. There were very faint white lights up int he high ceiling, but they only served to give a bit of illumination on the otherwise dark dungeon. The thick metal walls were well insulated and isolated so no sound could escape the room. One could scream for days and never even be noticed. The table in its center was a hard metal surface. It was more often used in sex dungeons then anywhere else. It was hard, metallic and retrofitted to have thick metal chains that were bound around the man's wrists and ankles. The arms were spread out from his side and his legs were spread wide apart by the table. Making him lie on it's surface spread eagle. The man was screaming imprecations at Anthony, but Anthony heard none of it. It was all white noise as he approached this particular customer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF80">"Silence,"</span>Anthony's voice was cold and hard as ice. Though he spoke quietly, the resonance of that cold sharp tone was enough to quiet the man's ranting. Large frightened eyes of blue met Anthony's dark orbs. There was no compassion on Anthony's face. Nothing but cold hatred for the man.<span style="color: #80FF80">"You hurt one of my girls. Why?"</span>he said in that same cold tone. It was clear that Anthony wasn't a man to be reckoned with. He was dangerous and he seemed far too calm.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I didn't mean to,"</span>the man began,<span style="font-weight: bold">"I was drunk. I just wanted to touch her. You know she's so beautiful and she was there. Dancing just for me and her voice..</span><span style="font-style: italic">Gahghk</span><span style="font-weight: bold">"</span>his words ended on a strangled squawk as Anthony's hand shot out and grabbed his throat in an grip like iron vices. Gold raw anger burned in his gaze as he squeezed harder on the man's throat. He wouldn't kill him not. Yet. No he would watch. A sharp hiss followed by a little popping sound told Anthony that the side door had been opened. He turned.<br/><br/>Entering the room was a small man, wearing a white butcher's apron and the same build of muscles as a butcher. He held his hands to his sides as he ambled in. His large almost bald head held a few scraggly hairs falling down one side and large jowls bouncing as he moved. His eyes were like cold iron as they regarded the room. Anthony stepped back releasing the now gasping man and turning to face the new arrival.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF80"><div style="text-align: center;">~*~ Back to the Mall ~*~</div></span><br/><br/>Liane smiled as Kristof patted Magdalene lightly on the shoulder. He looked absolutely thrilled. Liane said soft,<span style="color: #FF8080">"I'll leave you in Kritof's capable hands I have to go and get a few things, I'll be back before your done, so don't worry,"</span>was all she said. Turning on her heels Liane disappeared in a swish of black material as she walked out of the store and into the crowd.<br/><br/>Kristof gently led Magdalene over to a bench and indicated she should sit. He didn't wait for her and vanished into his back room to grab up a bunch of styles and colors of low heels. He was humming to himself. Kristof didn't usually have a hard time finding someone's size just by looking and he figured hers out easily. He returned with six large boxes which he sat down next to her.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Go on huney, take off those shoes and let me see your feet. These are just my first pick, but they are more for events not so comfortable if you know what I mean. You'll want something more comfortable for everyday wear or you will want to hack your feet off at the ankle and that love is ATROCIOUSLY bad shoe shopping,"</span>Kristof stood with his hands on his hip and his face held a serious expression as if this was the most important thing in the world to him. Which it probably was.