Shelly gave Irina one of those looks that said she didn't want to take that sort of shit right now, her bottom lip curly while the thin shoulders she had on display with the spaghetti strap top tensed up visibly. She fumed, narrowing her eyes but inevitably answered with something that spoke to how intimidating she found her sister's bodyguard.<br/><br/>"If I could control my sister I would, she went in there with a few of the dancers" the choice words in her sentence being 'a few'. Shelly pointed over towards one of the doors leading into the private rooms of the club. Around the pair, the posse that Wicked Mary walked around with sat and drank. Most were receiving private treatment from their own dancers, the males in particular grinning widely at the sight of Irina. Physically speaking the runner had a feminine figure that beat out almost all of the working girls here, especially garbed in the skin tight suit she wore that left very little to the imagination. All of them had made an advance on her at some point, always to no success.<br/><br/>"There were three of them I think".