Unbeknownst to her she had a fan, if only for the evening, and if only to admire her from afar.. couldn't have just left it at that and had made his way past Tony and into the club. She was currently seated on the second floor, bronzed skin basking in the ethereal red light the bar gave off, her manicure tipped fingers playing idley with the coffee straw they'd slipped into her whiskey sour, full lips lowering momentarily to indulge in the intoxicating beverage, before those feral yellow eyes of hers were cast back up in the direction of the spiral staircase leading to the V.I.P lounge.<br/><br/>"Hmmm.." She mused quitely to herself as she slid off of her seat one shapely leg after another, adjusted the bottom of her suit she was wearing, and began to casually walk around the outter walls of the second floor, examing the possibly entry points. The staircase was gaurded, but that would be no problem if she were in an almost intangible form, moreso on the melleable side of things, however she'd have to reduce her potency to a dwindling degree less she eat a hole right through the stairs and simply fall back to the first floor.<br/><br/>Every calculated footfall made a small thud upon the carpeted second floor, and quickly enough she'd made her rounds, finding this crucial information : There may have been an access point, however it would have had to be through the walls themselves, as the lights above them on the second floor were simply affixed to the third floor itself, no other obvious entry point other than through the bouncers, although that probably wouldn't be much of a feat either, slithering past the two of them and maybe scuffing their shoes up a bit, once inside the lounge she'd be able to masquerade as one of the haughty club-going elites until she enacted her plans for the evening.<br/><br/>She'd retake her seat at the bar.. watching and waiting, seeing if there was perhaps a bounce that needed to take a piss, her position key in keeping visuals on both of them. Her whiskey sour was placed back upon the bar.. empty soon to be refilled by the eager bartender ready to receive a tip.. which of course he didn't, and thus he probably wouldn't be coming back to fill her drink again this evening. Oh well, not like she gave two shits. The second drink was raised delicatedly by lithe digits and taken of once more. She couldn't be bothered by the staring eyes all around her, those that thought she was one of the best pieces of eye candy that'd strutted into the club that night. On occassion she would glance their direction, giving an onlooker a soft wink and purse of her pouty lips, running her tongue over there expanse, but that was about it. A couple drinks were bought for her but she couldn't afford complete intoxication tonight, thus they were discarded accordingly.<br/><br/>"C'mon.." Another whispered plea that fell inaudibly upon the bouncer's ears..<br/><br/>"Give me an opening.." She continued, almost purring as these words fell from her lips in a viscous fashion.<br/><br/>Now she wasn't about to spring into action just yet, and could've possibly socialized for a bit in all actuality, but she hadn't seen anyone in the club worthy of her time yet this evening, and thus her attentions were focused on the whiskey sour, and her predestined plans.