Upon showing the invitation to one of the casino's doorkeeper, each of the players is invited inside with much welcome. After a brief phone call, they are lead through the crowded casino by young, classy women, clad in the casino's usual waitress/female dealer outfit, and trailed by one of the security guards. Upon arriving in a small lobby in the less crowded corners of the building, the security guard counts the money, and upon confirmation, takes it with him to a safe location. Warranty papers are handed out to those that request them.<br/><br/>Those that arrive early are asked to wait for the doors in the back of the lobby to open, and kept company by the waitresses, who offer the guests a glass of champagne. Those that arrive after the doors have opened, but before they close at eight sharp, can walk right through.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>George Meeson poured some more sprite into his glass, as he leaned against the minibar. He was competitive, and wanted to play on top performance, not clouding his mind with alcohol. The minibar was stocked with plenty of drinks, both of the alcoholic and nonalcoholic type. Slowly gulping down his drink, he looked out over the backroom.<br/><br/>A large pokertable was positioned near the back wall, his favorite chair in the dealer position. Six other comfortable chairs where placed evenly around the table, while four more identical chairs, positioned in the lounge corner, could be carried over if needed. George didn't expect all ten invitations to be accepted, though. The cards three to king from spades were neatly placed facedown next to each other on the middle of the table in a random order, ready to randomly determine the dealer. Ash trays were built into the side of the table, with air pipes to draft the smoke away, allowing people to smoke during the game with a minimum of discomfort to the other participants.<br/><br/>Not too far from the minibar was the lounge corner, mostly occupied by one large curved couch, dressed in the same black leather as the chairs, fitting exactly in the equally curved corner of the room. A salon table, made completely of crystallized glass, was standing in front of it, as were the four chairs that matched the ones around the table.<br/><br/>The opposite corner had a completely different display. Several large, synthetic crates, filled with a variety of devices, ranging from blindfolds and ballgags to whips and dildos and much stranger devices made up a decent chunk of the materials in the corner. The rest consisted of the larger devices, too big to fit in, such as the wooden horse and the bondage wheel. George only gave it a moment's view. The objects were really boring on their own, though with a bit of luck, they could be seen in action later tonight.<br/><br/>A smile crossed Mr. Meeson's face, as he noticed the digital clock above the entrance door indicating there were less than twenty minutes remaining before the evening would start. His bare feet walked over the thick red tapestry, on it's way to open the door, as George decided to bar shoes and socks for other clothing, consisting of a pair of trousers from one of his black suits, which concealed his boxer short from sight, and a white shirt, completed by a bow tie.<br/><br/>The casino owner was on the short side, barely making five and a half feet, and had a stocky build. Most of his weight went into muscle, not fat, though. Short ashblond hair was combed back. The stocky build was visible in his face as well, which held wide cheeks, and narrow blue eyes above a nose that was once broken and healed in a wrong position, a memory of less luxurious times.<br/><br/>George wondered who would show up, and if anyone was already present, as he opened the door to greet them welcome.