As the brothel was about in its own series of activities, another person seemed to make his intention of joining the revelries and pleasures that was within this comely palace of decadence. Not much was to be seen of this man…despite his ‘obvious attempt’ to dress to impress, he didn't seem like he was anything special. What with his suit and fedora that he decided to wear for some odd reason, the clothes oddly out of place for this time. Though, they still looked nice, despite the wearer being a Ramen…it actually made him look pleasant. Though, no matter who you were, you couldn't help but get this<i>bad</i>feeling about him as he headed towards the brothel that everyone around here knew about.<br/><br/>Hell, it seemed a certain group people were thinking of the same thing that most people was thinking about this man…deciding to give him a hello…the old fashioned way. A little gang of mixed, though still monstrous, races stopped the man and made a show of trying to intimidate him, some sort of shakedown or something. From a distance, it was unknown what the man was doing, though he didn't show that he was being fazed a lot by these punks. He eventually motioned for an alleyway, which the thugs had proceeded to nod about before they all went inside.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst of the actions within the alleyway, a person could be curious as to what they would find after such a ‘meeting’. Though, whatever had happened couldn't have been long…as within a few minutes afterwards, that smartly dressed Ramen, who for some reason was wearing sunglasses in the middle of night, came out of the alleyway, with not a single scratch on him. He raised a claw, pinched his rather nice looking tie, and adjusted it. He looked around a bit, as if daring the world to bring someone else after him, and decided to move on, finally being able to enter the brothel.<br/><br/>Despite his dress, it seemed as if the bouncer didn't even notice his appearance and then immediate entrance to the den of vice. All that could be seen, as the man walked past the bouncer and through the door, was that the intimidating man that was there had instantly lost all color to his face. He had not but only fright in his eyes as he nearly crumpled into himself by the entrance to the establishment, looking as if he had just witnessed something that almost broken him.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The Ramen male looked inside the brothel as he entered. He made an effort to be as discreet as possible, which had worked, considering that even the front door woman hadn't paid him much mind…probably because of the recent events that took place inside of here…some things tend to just utterly grapple with your attention…and he could feel that something truly noteworthy was going on here.<br/><br/>Feeling the chaos and the disorderly feelings that were running rampant around here, it almost made the man smile as he came up to a coat rack that mysteriously appeared there. Taking his fedora off, he put it at the top while also undoing the dress jacket of his décor, casually putting it on said mysterious rack. Now, with him in a casual, though still very professional looking, vest with the tie going underneath that, and a white button-up shirt beneath that, he raised a claw, did a turn of the wrist, and a cigar had appeared.<br/><br/>He put the cigar between his teeth, the razor-sharp things taking a firm hold of the ‘cancer-stick’ as he held up another claw. He made a rather comical show of flicking his thumb against his own finger, without managing to cut himself with his claws! It seemed whatever he intended to do wasn’t working at first as he had to strike his thumb multiple times.<br/><br/>But, when a Dvergar male brushed past him to leave the establishment, the striking thumb suddenly caught alight with fire, which the Ramen didn’t seem to think was a big deal as he lit his cigar. With that done, he moved his hand really fast to let out the flame. And while he was smoking his cigar, the door-girl finally noticed him and her sense of duty compelled her to smile and say:<br/><br/>“Good evening sir, is there anything I can do to serve you?”<br/><br/>The Ramen didn't say anything as he enjoyed a few puffs from his cigar and looked about the main room with his sunglasses hiding his eyes. The girl could only shiver as the air around this man seemingly dropped in temperature as he seemingly analyzed this place like a miser calculating a possible thief. But, eventually he raised a claw to take the cigar out of his mouth.<br/><br/>A rich, smooth baritone voice came from the Ramen’s lips…it was the type of voice to invite one into a banquet, or an exquisite bedroom…promising many pleasures and wonders…but then one would get that horrible feeling that it was as if nothing was right about this man. Like at any second, he could just stab you right in the back and you wouldn’t even know where, when, how, and why. And with this voice, the man had said:<br/><br/>“I’m not interested in any of your services this evening…I am hoping to find the mistress of this establishment…A certain Miss…W’ineton, I believe?”<br/><br/>The girl could only nod at this man’s words, though flinch at the uneasy feeling that she just had about him. She only wondered what he could want from the mistress…but was too afraid to think of an answer. But, nonetheless…in this brothel, you learned a few certain rules…and one of them was always listen to what the customer was saying.<br/><br/>She eventually grabbed hold of one of the girls walking around and whispered, ”This…gentleman, would like to see the Mistress…care to see if you can find her and tell her that she has a guest that wishes to speak with her?” The other girl looked over to the man and shivered as well, nodding before the front-desk woman let go of her and went to go find Winnie. The front-desk girl was about to ask if there was anything else she could do for him, but he was mysteriously gone…his fedora and jacket still there on that coat hanger she had never seen before.<br/><br/>What she hadn’t notice was that he had already slunk off towards some of the sitting areas. He took a nice, big, comfy looking chair and sat in it. Whenever he sat down, all conversations in his immediate area halted as others looked at this odd Ramen man…turning into whispers of contempt, intrigue, and questions as people inched away from him. Not that he minded, he just sat there and smoked his cigar, waving off any girl that came by to get his attentions or tried to sell him something as he sat there and waited for the mistress of this place to come and find him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>