Merika knew that her wife was going to have... difficulty focusing. To be fair, given how... tailored to her tastes this place was, it was also going to be a problem for Merika too. Unlike her wife, she already knew the layout - she found the floorplans from ages past online - so for her it was more looking at the people than the place...<br/><br/>...settling - much like her wife - on the delicious treat of a woman on stage. God, Merika was sure that that cock and those muscles...<br/><br/>"Iieiieiie; not yet," Merika said out loud to herself which went unnoticed in the loud club, and she reached out to dig her nails into her wife's cyber-sculped ass cheek, to make sure she got her attention before switching to communicating via AR messaging. <She's delicious, but we need to focus for now. We lucked out that the place didn't check us for weapons, but we still need to find the guy, and I don't know if he's a VIP or 'Private'. I am not sure whether we should split up or not though; I question my ability to refrain from sucking off someone...><br/><br/>The question was also where to look: Merika figured that the man thought himself a 'VIP,' and he certainly had cash he could throw to play the part ('play' be the key word), BUT if he was even a little smart, he'd go with a private room for some extra private fun and security...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/><Actually, scratch that; we should check VIP> Merika says, flagging the VIP bouncer in their AR for them. <I'm assuming he'll want to show off more, rather than do the smart thing and use a private room. Bouncer's a troll, think you can see over him enough to get a view on who is in there?>