Everything was ready.<br/><br/>Sebastian seemed very hopeful that tonight's show would be a good one. For the past few hours, as he did every night, he and his team had worked meticulously on the cleaning and preparation of the club for the evening. Every single table and chair had been polished to perfection, the floors neatly swept and every furnishing and fixture expertly dusted. All lights had been given the go-ahead for the evening, every single red lamp and mood light on the main stage tested for any form of dimness, and all equipment in the sound booth had been tested in triplicate. Naturally, if anything did go wrong, Sebastian would be on top of it in an instant, but it still helped to be at least a little prepared at the beginning of an opening. Bottles were stacked, drinks were chilling in the refrigerators, and glasses practically sparkled behind the bar.<br/><br/>The Red Lady was a popular establishment.<br/><br/>Many patrons flocked to it night by night: humans, demons, even the occasional demon hunter tired from patrolling. Some humans and demons even travelled across states to get a chance to go there, and others would book hotels close by so that they could frequent the club for a few nights. It was considered a safe haven, one without any discrimination to gender or species, and demons were thankful for the gentle treatment that the workers offered them.<br/><br/>Every night, there would be a whole host of stage performances, and the ladies and gentlemen who worked at the club were more than happy to service their customers. It was also considered the best place in the human world to get information regarding the demon world. Demon hunters most certainly did not just come to play. Avelline was in full support of anything that did not harm any of the workings of her establishment or her customers. Co-workers were essentially seen as family, and Avelline was sure to check that none of her workers were thrown under the bus for the sake of investigation.<br/><br/>What she did see to, however, was that workers catered to her customer's needs in one way or another.<br/><br/>His nose twitching, Sebastian checked in one the maids cleaning out the back rooms and established that they had been firmly cleaned and laundered as well. Every single piece of dungeon furniture, every last sex toy, every rope and chain, had been carefully wiped and washed and placed back in its original home, ready for use. No bolts were loose in the hoops in the ceilings, all harnesses were still in good shape - no tears in the leather just yet - and all pulleys were oiled and working smoothly. Sebastian checked everything from the strongest and longest length of chain right down to the tiniest lock and key, his keen eyes and nose searching for even so much as a blemish in the metal.<br/><br/>Once satisfied, he returned to the main lobby and poured himself a strong drink, dropping all airs and graces for a moment as he growled his pleasure at the taste, tongue lolling slightly.<br/><br/>All that was left was for the rest of the workers to arrive and for Ms Avelline to give her orders for the evening.