As the room went dark, Suzy moved swiftly through the room, weaving in and around tables and chairs deftly.  She knew every inch of the room even better than the back of her hand. Considering the impressive number of decades she'd been here, this was quite natural.  The club might look like a re-creation of a 1920's bordello, but in truth, it was exactly that - and before its time, another club had stood on this land, and before that... another.  Suzy had very good reason to feel so at ease here.  She darted through the darkness, then stopped abruptly precisely where she intended to.  Bending down, her lips brushed the curved shell of the ear of the man that Jezebel had agreed upon.<br/><br/>"Stay. In ten minutes, take the green door to the right of the stage, then turn left. Second door. Knock thrice.  We'd like to split a bottle of champagne with you, good sir."<br/><br/>Her message delivered, Suzy hopped up on the dark stage and skittered back to vanish behind the curtain, her slim ankle vanishing behind the velvet curtain the instant the house lights came back up.<br/>