Once up past the line Irina was met with a small squad of Orcs, each dressed in what could barely be called form fitting attire, the managers attempt at making the large bodyguards seem like something other than just hired muscle. The entryway was large and inviting, it could never be said that the urge to enter the Inferno was not strong, just getting out was something of a chore. She was able to proceed instantly past the regular rabble of attendants, however when approaching the front Irina was still halted.<br/><br/>A frisk seemed almost pointless, even the wide eyed Orcs could tell that the body-paint like armor left nothing to the imagination in way of her supple frame, and would make it nearly impossible to actually hide anything. Still, the attention and affection they gave the curves of her body was somewhat tainted by the mask she wore. Masks that hid facial recognition were not technically illegal, or not allowed within a bar of this type, however it was heavily frowned upon since obviously you were hiding something.<br/><br/>"Up here" one of the Orcs told her, reaching out with his large sausage fingers and indicating for Irina to approach. All the same his hands began to wander, lingering perhaps a moment too long on certain more generous parts as he searched the woman. He found nothing. But, just moments after one of the other guards raised a metal detecting wand as an extra measure. As was common given her luck with technology, the device instantly began to buzz with warning long before it even reached the point where her knife was hidden.<br/><br/>Both Orcs straightened up, looking to one another as though deciding what was to be done. The tech piece of equipment told them she was carrying, but the frisk revealed nothing. "You got mods.... err something in yer body that'd set this thing off?"<br/><br/>"Common! Hurry up!" called one of the people waiting behind her in line.