-Chang, escorted by Charlotte, in the playground area-<br/><br/>Chang took the stairs slowly, a careful and stately pace as he descended with his escort into the depths of the playground area. It was a stately pace, as if he were not only the minister of machines, but of time as well. A measured feel seem to radiate about him, the simple exuding of control being a sharp contrast to Charlotte on his arm. She was a beacon of vibrancy beside him, full of the flush of life caused by the arousal, he was sober statue of control guiding her.<br/><br/>Together, his arm out, Charlotte's hand resting in his, they walked towards the bar, passing Jenna as they moved, Chang turned to address the young waitress as they passed.<br/><br/>"How has the evening progressed thus far? Have Kissinger and Miss Labron been their usual exotic selves?" His voice was quiet, pitched for only Jenna to hear over the din of the room. Chang took a moment to look about, judging the mood and then the nature of the crowd gathered. His attention turn back to Jenna, waiting her reply.<br/>