Martin was distracted from his delightful enjoyment of his companion by the others settling nearby. He considered them, noting with some amusement that one of the women patrons had a rather different escort; a large man lead her towards the tables and she followed meekly behind him. Martin had to smile at that, the club clearly catered for all it's clients well. He wondered, had he been so inclined, if he would have found a dominatrix made to his tastes - or if, for that matter, Laylah would have played the role had he asked.<br/><br/>No matter; that wasn't what he wanted. But he was curious enough to gesture to the couple as they approached, inviting them to sit by him and his escort if they chose. He didn't, after all, want to only encounter the staff - and he still wanted to know why he'd been invited here. Perhaps she would know, or there would be a clue in whatever the two of them had in common. And if not, well, a chance to know an attractive submissive girl was not to be turned down lightly.