Conrade Oliverios was something of a freelance butler. He had some time in the past met a man by the name of Wednesday Black. Mr. Black had hired him to assist in the running of a club by the name of “Darker Spice.” Conrade was now on his way to said club. He was sure he’d be there within a reasonable time and most certainly well before the arranged time. The club came into view in no time and the car was parked. He was a rather tall and pale man with dark hair and red eyes. His black tux arranged nicely no wrinkles nothing. He was a man who prided himself in his work and tried to see to it that things were done swiftly and efficiently. He was also into quality service as well. He didn’t much care for the brightness of the sun.<br/><br/>He quickly approached the building and entered. If he remembered correctly the schematics had shown the office they were to meet in. He entered “Sorry to have kept you waiting Wednesday…..traffic was a tad slow. I did get your message though.”   His voice came out in a sleek and dark manner. Something that would be considered appealing to fans of the more “dark and mysterious men”<br/><br/><br/>(arg not my best or most detailed work)