Through the maze of people loitering, and the writhing bodies of the dancers, Avé kept the pace. Making note of every thing unusual she saw. Faces she thought didn't really belong. As well as the doors and hallways they had passed on their way to Jeff's office. It was the way her crazy mind worked. Suspicious of everyone and everything. Unable to enjoy the ambiance one little bit. She had a photographic memory, even without a name. She could place a familiar face, and where she recalled them from, after years of not seeing them.<br/><br/>The bouncer let them through the VIP section, expressionless. The people in the elitist paradise were of a more high class stature than the party goers out front. It was like a separate club altogether. "Very nice." She said, looking around at the poolside and cabanas. Avé cared little of the uncomfortable glances she received from those that stopped Mr. Holdsworth to talk. She was taking her mental pictures. Profiling. If she wasn't in the business, she would have been a great marksman. But her features were rather noticeable, so 'pimp' would have had to do.<br/><br/>It seemed like a journey to Jeff's office. The heavy door gave Avé some strange vibes. But once inside, those feelings were cleared away by the appearance of a posh looking man sitting in the office chair. Half naked and drinking. Avé grinned and looked at the both of them. "Mr. Holdsworth...was this the reason you were busy? I wouldn't have guessed you to swing that way."