Hugo's eyes danced from person to person as he looked at the people entering the club. Studying them, he realised a few trends that would help with marketing. First and foremost, the age range was from early twenties to thirties. He made a mental note to look into some social media threads to gain some traction among them. It made him content to know that his hard work was starting to pay off -- this was the start of something great for him. This place would be a safe haven for both humans and non-humans alike.<br/><br/>A smile bloomed on his lips as he gazed at the barely clothed people stream in. He knew that he was going to give these people one hell of a night -- in more ways than one. He already spied some vampires lurking about the crowd -- their preternatural beauty stood out like a ray of run in the darkness. He knew he'd lure them here through the mass crowds of high quality blood types (he'd hired werewolves as bouncers for a reason, after all).<br/><br/>"Take the vampires to the basement," he instructed his secretary. "Tell them the rules and let them know of the consequences if anyone dies tonight." He was still smiling -- everything was going as planned. He stuck to his promise of protecting any being in<em>his club.</em>As soon as that was dealt with, he went back to his study of the people streaming inside. His lips thinned into a flat line as he spied a young woman coming in. She didn't look like the rest -- she looked as though she was looking for something. A lost lamb, in his opinion, but then again -- he knew looks were deceiving.<br/><br/>"Keep an eye on the young woman with the fake identification," he said in a deep, velvety tone. "She's up to something." His eyes followed her every movement, watching very carefully to try to figure out her intentions. There was something off about her -- something that made his stomach churn with familiarity. He pondered upon his memories to try to remember.