<strong>Kissinger doing his job.</strong><br/><br/>Before begenning his next number, Kissinger took a sip of his bourbon and winced at the bite of the drink.  Warm and smooth with a little kick at the end, just how he liked it.<br/><br/>Cracking his knuckles and flexing his fingers, he began to play some background music.  A light jazzy tune to keep the drinks (and money) flowing while he waited for someone to take the stage.  The night was off to a good start so far, but he was ready to watch some raunchy debauchery.  He smiled to himself when he saw Candy enter the room and tapped out a special chord on the piano keys just for her.  Kissinger had discovered that certain sounds drove the woman wild with pleasure.  The power to offer her sexual gratification right at his fingertips, without even touching her was too much to pass up.  Every night Kissinger greeted Candy with that special chord, just to say 'Hello'. He would always refrain himself from slipping the chords into his music for the rest of the evening, unless the sweet Candy requested her song of course.  Too much of anyting could be tiresome, so he kept it to a tasteful minimum.  Kissinger smiled and bowed his head slightly in greeting when she looked his way.<br/><br/>While he waited for a performance to start, he scanned the room, Selena seemed to be enjoying herself with a new guest and a few of the other patrons were googling over a blonde vixen, trying their best to make a good impression.  While more and more people poured into the Playground the volume level rose to a steady babble of voices, all laughing and having a good time, but that didn't interfere with his ability to read lips and learn what anyone was talking about.