Dominic dressed carefully that night, dressed more like a local than a traveler.  He was in town for a conference but he grew bored and decided to take in some of the night life.  When he visited cities such as this, he liked to blend in and see the more unusual sites.  At a local bar, he talked up the bartender over a pint about the night life.  As the man dried a glass, he looked pensive then said, "You cannot go wrong by going to the Caberet.  The women are one of a kind." then becoming more conspiratorial in tone, "and very friendly."  Perfect thought Dominic, exactly what he had in mind.  Politely he finished off another drink talking to the fellow before heading out for the night.  The man had said the first show as at 9pm, but it was best to show up at the last show just before midnight.  "The crowd will be on fire, the waitresses friendlier than usual, and the dancers ramped up from all the attention."<br/><br/><br/>He walked down the dark street believing perhaps he took a wrong turn.  The instructions had been simple enough, "Two block past Ayer street, you will see a travel agency.  Turn right down the next alleyway to the end.  Recessed back off the end is will be a big wooden door with a huge man out in front.  Tell him "Johnny sent yah" and there should be no problem.  A pool of light poured out into the alley accompanied by the sound of laughter.  Dominic turned the corner and sure enough, there was the guard.  The giant of a man looked him over as he recited the passkey, admitting him without comment or fanfare.<br/><br/>The inside of the club was in deceivingly better shape than the battered alleyway suggested, redone in a 1920 bordello style of excess with different size mirrors every couple of feet.  At the end of the hallway, in the coat check closet sat a lovely girl waiting for money.  He slipped her thirty American and entered through a heavy velvet curtain that served as a door.<br/><br/>He walked passed a gorgeous woman, who smiled seductively at him.  She asked him would like help finding a seat and he readily accepted the assistance.  Calling over to the waitress, she lead him to a table. Her smiled shined on him again as she thanked her for her assistance.  Dominic could not help watching her as she made her way back to the door way.  He had just gotten his drink with then music commenced.<br/><br/>She was beautiful, skin of pearl wrapped in a ruby dressed.  Black gloves came above her elbow and when she walked the top lace of her stocking slid into view through the slit of her dress.  He was hooked.  Green eyes seemed to single him in the room filled with hungry men, confirmed by the glove which landed in front of him on the table.  He smiled coolly at the beautiful dancer but his mind raced and his body reacted.  He began plotting how he would bring her to the table.