It was at night that Sinner's truly came alive.  The very pulse of the city could be felt here as the elite and the wealthy mingled together and gave themselves over to reckless abandon.  Anything that happened in Sinner's happened behind closed doors and Micheal and his staff did their very best to keep such dealings secret from the public's wandering eye.  No reporters were let in and security was tight, even for those that worked there.  A great deal of money and influence passed through those ornate doors every night and discretion was of the highest priority.  He would have it no other way.<br/><br/>The music was a bizarre combination of techno and classical, ramped up with synthesizers and a full orchestra's contributions.  He had found the music to be just enough to lose yourself into yet retained the classical nature of what his clients expected.  Those who gathered on the dance floor or in the private booths were enjoying themselves and that was all that mattered to the club's sharply dressed owner.<br/><br/>Micheal was near the bar when he saw his newest personal assistant come walking through the doors, her nervousness apparent.  She was so beautiful but so unrefined; he had so much work to do but it would all be worth it in the end.  He was dressed in a tailored, form fitting black and grey suit with a powder blue undershirt and a blood red tie.  His patent leather shoes shined dully as he stepped down from the bar and made his way through the crowd towards Nora, approaching from behind her.<br/><br/>He slipped an arm around her waist and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "I didn't know if you'd make it tonight.  You look radiant, Ms. Lane."