Lydia looked around the club, taking careful note. She realized that there were mostly employees here, and very few customers. She could only count herself, the fellow with the barely dressed girl on his lap, the man who walked in not too long ago, and the woman who was just waiting at the door. The man with the girl on his lap kept staring at her, and the girl on his lap was looking back and forth from him to Lydia, before planting a kiss on his lips and the both of them standing. Uncomfortably out of her element, she starts to look around again as if perhaps it was something behind her they were looking at. They come up to her table, the now noticeably effeminately built man bowing, and his escort curseying to her. "Good evening, Miss. I am Ender Starr, the first patron, and this young lady is Dahlia, my escort for the evening. We couldn't help but notice a beautiful creature taking up residence at this table, and ask to meet and join her." Lydia flushes red, completely unused to such suave tactics. Most of the men who hit on her could be classified as retarded. "I... Uhh... If this is your table then...", and Lydia stands up, as if to find another place to sit.