The Imperial guardsman stands uneasy, not liking to be called a heretic for sure. Either he's got something to hide, or he's showing perfectly natural fear for being executed. "I'm no heretic, no sir." He says swallowing a rather uncomfortable chunk down his throat, his gloved hand opening the neck of his shirt some more. His nervous notion and increase of sweat show that death is not something this recruit is interested in.<br/>"I'm sure you can pass, you all carry authority..." Whether he made that up not to get shot, or truly believed it didn't matter. Within a few noisy seconds, the door into the complex opened, the guard standing ready to close it once they enter, glad that they'll be gone.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Crawling even closer to Andreas, pressing her fine assets against his chest as her lips found their way to his right earlobe. Another whisper, "Follow me, and look interested..." As she crawled on to him, her finely shaped bottom rubbing his pants, either for show or interest, before she slid off taking his hand, pulling him along to the VIP area. Through the crowded area of the bar, shooting a glance at the barkeep just to let him know what was going on.<br/><br/>They would be let through, past the guards with just a naughty glance from Andreas' new hooker. There were four doors, one of which had many scars. Either something with lightning claws had done a job on this or it had withstood years of battering and torment from lesser weapons. In any case, this seemed like the perfect place for a foul servant of chaos. She came close to his ear again. "That's the room they go into, I'll be waiting here in case you're coming back..." Biting her lip, she made her way into door number 2, a good alias.