-Chang re-entering the playground area for a moment-<br/><br/>Chang moved from another alcove, this one again at the top of the stairs of the playground. He stood quietly, surveying the proceedings from the elevated vantage point. His eyes moved slowly, casually rolling over each of the guests and the employees that currently socialized on the floor below him. His hands rested on the banister, laying atop the polished wood that was supported by brass balusters. The evening seemed to be smooth, felt to be in full swing. He had noticed each of his doves, each of the harlots, as they made their way about the room.<br/><br/>He could spot the flush on Charlotte’s cheeks, the evidence of her release from her punishment. The young blonde moved with and energy and a vivacity that spoke of her happiness. Elsewhere was Roxanne, at the bar, the red headed torment that she was, about to find another victim to her fancy. There was no maliciousness in her acts, she enjoyed her nature and was one to pursue her pleasures simple, if abrasive efficiency. And then he saw Marie, the Raven-haired cut a swath as she moved. Marie was devastating in her actions, a force of nature in her pursuit of pleasures, sometimes making those around her lose sight of what was real, and what was fantasy.<br/><br/>The women he adored were at their best, being honest and true to who they were, trusting in his protection and affection. Tonight they each had their revelries planned, and he was not in the mind to interject. He moved away from the banister, moving to one of the hallways before he vanished again from sight. Following the unused tunnels and halls of the maintenance corridors he moved back towards his suite, deciding to change for whatever else remained in this evening.<br/>