21:30<br/><br/>He studied himself in the mirror as he slid his arms into the single-button blazer which he left open. He needed some type of closure, a closure he could not yet find, and not unless he figured out what exactly happened to his twin. On his way out of the room couple hours after his Poker game, his fingers waved over a golden chain on the large surface of an over-the-bed table. Reluctant, he eyed the crucifix pendant necklace he had always worn around his neck and blinked uncertainly. A change of heart led his feet away from the necklace and towards the exit door.<br/><br/>While finding business suits more preferable and presentable for business meetings such as the one he shall have with the Polish female, Luciano made an exception for once. He tried his hands on a different taste, adding a 'cool' kick to his outfit for a more laid-back, younger look fit for those semi-formal night outs. His tall frame was clothed in a<a class="postlink" href="http://oi58.tinypic.com/zmxnqp.jpg"><span style="color: #80BF80">dark-hued Emerald green</span></a><span style="font-style: italic">Dormeuil Vanquish II</span>suit, with a silvery and gold shine finish to it. The combination of a British and French cut was precision-tailored to fit his body. A solid-black shirt slimmer in style and worn with no tie, hugged his chest. The first three buttons starting from the rigid collar down were left open. The approach to wearing a shirt without a tie while leaving a few buttons open was a new bonus touch Italians just seemed to add to a casual meeting. Some even liked to go with a five-buttons open hairy chests and two gold chains look.<br/><br/>As he headed towards the Hotel's reception to leave a note about his guest Yvonne, the man subconsciously sent off all of his sexual signals, his projection of fearless confrontation and a portrayal of true self-control and confidence through the way he smoothly carried his upper body in combo with his lower body. But even in his dominant body movements that reflected in his large steps and the hands hanging down by his sides, the male walked humbly when it came to his God. His true values were laying in the Lord's eyes, not in the eyes of the aristocratic Nazi scums in proximity.<br/><br/><br/>Luciano paused in the red-carpeted hallway right outside the Hotel's Cabaret where he was to meet with Yvonne. The Hotel's lounge was expecting a notable guest star to perform and was newly revamped for that occasion with a dark, intimate atmosphere. The Italian observed couple people serving themselves some cocktail which was served on a table outside the bar. He listened to the<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGURYe7coRU"><span style="color: #80BF80">smooth Jazz</span></a>playing in the background and began to think about the whole thing - his situation - as if it was some sort of a movie displaying in black and white through his eyes, projecting on the carpeted floor. Just when the first music ended, he looked away and narrowed his eyes into full laser contact and surveyed the target approaching him.<br/><br/>For one brief moment, Luciano froze in his tracks, tongue-tied, his eyes changed color to one of the lightest shades of brown, and then back to their natural gunmetal blue once more.<span style="font-style: italic">Screw it</span>, he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">but damn did she look fine!</span>He walked up to the woman he recognized as Yvonne and closed the distance.<span style="font-style: italic">"Good evening, Frau Wójcik!"</span>He greeted her with a curt nod and a smile welcoming and friendly enough so that she feels comfortable in his presence. He looked away from her and gestured a hand down the carpeted pathway which lead to the Cabaret as he began to lead the way. After she had refused the hand shake during their last meeting at the Church, Luciano decided tonight to pull back from any attempts at contact at all. It was not out of trying to prove superiority that reeked of conceit and arrogance, but he wanted to preserve a certain degree of dignity and self-worth. Yet he approached her in his own way as to not make her feel unwelcome. It was a unique way that stood out of the ordinary for she was no woman who simply happened to be walking by. She was somebody who sought him, and he sought her. Mutual respect must be demonstrated somehow for this 'business' rendez-vous.<br/><br/>As they marched down the hall to the destination, Luciano shifted his attention to the woman to look at her out of the corner of his eyes, and he initiated their first conversation. A smile occupied his lips as a brow arched above his left eye, turning his gaze away.<span style="font-style: italic">"How is your evening so far, Frau Wójcik? I have taken the necessary arrangements to reserve our very own private booth, in the VIP lounge. I hope it is to your liking tonight."</span>The hostess greeted them at the front entrance, her form bathed in faint blue and purple light. She escorted them through the dim-lit environment of the Cabaret, past the bar, and towards one of the secluded large booths, elevated above the main ground. The booth was room-width, close enough for a clear view of the musicians or dancers, but far away enough from the crowded floors. For more privacy, one could simply use the tinted sliding glass doors which were open by default. Two low-level rectangular tables awaited them with candle holders and a round of complimentary shots to get their evening started. Their night bottle service would ensure that their glasses were always full ... throughout their stay.