Spike finished his session, leaving considerably richer but feeling soiled.  His demon was boiling, and he had the feeling he might have to find someway to work off the tension after all.  But he moved back to his dressing room, showered, changed, and went to find Raven.  At least he could see her, stick around with her til the end of her shift now.  If tonight wre any indication...he counted the money he'd taken, just the cash from the two performances... it was over five thousand dollars.  Most of it from his private dance.  It was staggering.  He kept earning money like this, he could get that chip out in no time.  *That* thought mollified the demon considerably.  He headed out from his dressing room over to the dance level, working his way to the bar, settling in one of the precious stools, and waiting for Raven to see him.  He wasn't all that happy to see several Satyrini working the bar with her.  That lot were hornier than even vampires could keep up with. The lone anagogic was no threat.  But he noticed, watching, that the Satyrini were keeping hands and other body parts to themselves, and he relaxed a bit.