Viktor continued to cycle through the guests - and rejected - one at a time. Time passed, as it always does.<br/><br/>Then one more stepped before him. "ID, please," he asked politely, holding his hand out. A few moments later, an ID was placed in his hand, as it almost always was.<br/><br/>He looked at the ID. "Mr. Turner. Good evening." He handed the ID back after a cursory glance. "What brings you to Nocturne this day?"