The drug had started to fog Irina's brain, and by the time she finished her second drink, it was hard for her to focus on much of anything.  The beat of the music seemed to penetrate to her very core, and even without thinking about it, her body had started to shift slightly in time with it.  She had the incredible urge for, something.  She wasn't sure what.  She licked her red lips as her eyes swept over the dance floor, the sight of bodies melding in movement, of people caressing and kissing...<br/><br/>Irina shook her head and forced herself to focus, what the hell was wrong with her?  She was normally cool, professional, was there something in the air?  She wouldn't have put it past a less than reputable owner to drug his clientele to try and give them an unforgettable experience.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's depart, I don't think I like this place."</strong>She informed Orell, her concern over an airborne drug deciding her answer without much thought.<strong>"What is the address of your studio?"</strong>