Finding the tavern was easy; it's sign was less grafittied, and besides it hadn't been far. And easier still was finding her marks within; they were the ones dealing with a man occupying an entire three person bench, one of the two girls on their knees blowing him or the other draped against his side; all topless and some with fewer still clothes. He wasn't the only one receiving lewd attention; in the corner a couple fucked, and she was sure the man at his own table at the far end was enjoying himself, too. Even so it was early, and rather empty, apart from the aforementioned and a couple of drinks or junkies.<br/><br/>It was dank and dark inside. The bar offered most of the light with a few strip bulbs above it - some working, some not - and a little more light behind it illuminating the barman and what was on offer. Plenty of the offerings were illicit; it made no attempt to hide it's willingness to sell drugs, men, women, weapons... Frankly anything. He was not as hard a hard man to find as it was first shown, apparently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>