The three outraged voices of Tigsy, Mixy and Budock sounded her retreat from the apartment, nearly shaking the walls with their fury towards Nipsy at making their Mistress leave so suddenly when she had not even finished her meal. The doors opened on their own, albeit with roughly a quarter second delay so that Irina always had to slow her momentum. Just another brief reminder of her house's AI never seeming to work directly against her, but always making things less than convenient.<br/><br/>Once outside in the main corridor of the building, a message came through Irina's commlink from Shelly, Wicked Mary's assistant and younger sister.<br/><br/><em>Heading to The Inferno, she couldn't wait for you</em><br/><br/>The Inferno was one of the biggest night clubs in the city, each floor themed after a different layer of hell and each meant to appeal to a different biblical sin. As was to be expected from a pop-star idol who had not even hit her 20's yet, Wicked Mary was rather obsessed with the floor Lust. She often dragged her bodyguard and entourage there since the place was too expensive to get into, and as a means to test the limits of what Irina would put up with from a girl who was paying her. It's not that Mary was vindictive, she was just overly playful to the point of seeming cruel. Often she forgot that Irina was her bodyguard, and not just another person who waited on her hand and foot. Even though Irina never gave Wicked Mary to believe she ever would.<br/><br/>Just after another message came through, this time from the familiar ID of Irina's Johnson.<br/><br/><em>Got a Run for you, 15,000V. Let's meet - Johnson</em>