The girl took it,  and slipped it into her pocket a bit of a smile resting on her lips.  “Besides no weapons,  we encourage a relative lack of rules really.  I mean,  what it comes down to it, its simple,  tell the cops nothing and don’t fuck with our property…  also,  we’d like it if you checked your inhibitions at the door.”  She shrugged her tiny shoulders and took a few steps forward.  “Besides the rules,  I’ve got a few tips for you… don’t step on anyone’s toes…  and don’t judge anyone that walks through these doors…  were all a little strange in our own sort of ways.  We don’t like our clients feeling uncomfortable,  it bad for both business and their self-esteem.  If they can’t relax here,  then they won’t be able to indulge in what they came for… got that?”  She was mere inches away from Rebecca now,  looking up into her beautiful face…  a soft smile spread across her lips.  “When you ever your ready you can step in…”<br/><br/>The bar looked to be filled mostly with your young goth/industrial types.  Leather and vinyl were the definite materials of choice.  Most of them seemed to have had a few too many too drink,  or had indulged in some other less legal vice.  Most of their attention was drawn towards the stage, where a woman seemed dress as a combination of a Christmas tree and a dominatrix danced to the heavy pounding base an electronic tones.  The longer she watched,  the more clothes the strange woman stripped off, revealing a perfectly toned body,  covered in tattoo’s that looked like they were trying to impersonate heavy circuitry,  large hoops hung from both her nipples,  as well as from her lower lips.