<strong>Tagged:</strong>Zed, Ayr, Jessamyne<br/><br/>On the other side of the bar in Lilith's Cave, there was a staircase leading up to the smaller VIP area, which just consisted of three extra large semi-circular booths, and an extra dance floor that would be opened up for everyone on especially busy nights. On the back wall above one of the booths, eight or ten feet above the upper deck, there was a large, rectangular window, tinted so deeply that all one could see looking at it was the club's own lights reflected back at them. Behind that window stood a man, wearing a black silk suit over a red shirt that was only buttoned halfway up, along with a dwarf-forged golden watch and some cheap sunglasses he had probably picked up at a convenience store to hide his face on the way here. Although "man" probably wasn't the best word: angel, demon, devil were all a bit closer, even he had trouble picking one he preferred.<br/><br/>Marchosias had been watching the lowlifes pour in for half an hour now. He could instantly tell which ones were unaffiliated (i.e. undesirable) criminals looking for work by the way they eyed his bar: doubtful, suspicious, yet curious and eager to see what kind of money and fun their black hearts would lead them to. He almost felt embarrassed that he had to turn to these kinds of people to build himself back up again, but really, he had been kicked out of two criminal groups now, so he was no better than they were. He would just have to hope that the reasons they were unaffiliated didn't have to do with them being incompetent, or just weak.<br/><br/>Of course, being an information dealer in the past, there were a few he already knew of quite well, even if they had never heard of him before. In particular, at the moment, he was interested in three assassin types he had spotted coming in; while their numbers were still low, their work would be invaluable early on in the game. There was a pretty Fae sitting alone, one who would look rather innocent to untrained eyes, especially in those rainbow stockings, but trained eyes knew better; a cute Archon who had gotten in a playful encounter with some mortal sub-humans, and was now enjoying a drink with them; and a lovely elf at the bar, who looked like a work of art with her skin inked in some places and studded with silver in others, the barbells under her bra visible to Marc even from this distance. Whether he would take them all into his new operation, or none of them, would be decided after he had a chat with them.<br/><br/>Turning back on his office, Marc strode out and met with a male kitsune, a tough-looking one for his short and lean stature, who dressed in a red bandana, a wife beater shirt, and some loose jeans that hung down past his bushy tail. As Marc made his way down the stairwell leading from his office to the VIP deck, he told the young beastman lieutenant the three he wanted brought up, then took a seat in the booth at the back. The kitsune narrowed his eyes as he went down the stairs onto the main floor of the club, shooting a glance and a nod at the black orc bartender, whose only acknowledgement was to look away and get back to serving drinks.<br/><br/>Zed, Ayr, and Jessamyne in turn would find their shoulders being tapped by the frustrated lieutenant, who would only jab his them up toward the VIP deck to tell them where to go before moving on to the next one.