As if to mock her the sound of the fully functional elevator could be heard just on the other side of the stairwell wall. Of course that means of getting up and down the building always seemed to break down mid-trip with her, but at least going up and down 15 flights of stairs everyday was good exercise and helped to contribute to her feminine physic. Halfway down a response came through from her Johnson, the generic last name term for a job's broker.<br/><br/><em>Which floor?</em><br/><br/>Abbreviated, there were 7 floors to the place. Lust was the first, which could be compared to a 20th century strip club save for anything went and having a much higher caliber of men and women. Next, Gluttony, was like an all you could eat buffet of the best and finest in the city with attractive waitresses and waiters waiting on you hand and foot. Greed, third and largest consisted only of a single hallway with large private rooms on either side, each with sound and wireless dampening so that any black market deal could be made with complete privacy. Sloth was like some glorious day-spa, and Wrath was a fighting pit that anyone could enter and compete in for a cut of the admissions to The Inferno for that evening. Envy was a bit on the technical side, allowing club-goers to SIM into the matrix in pre-created simulations for other roles and jobs that might seem desirable to the common-folk. Strangely, the last one Pride was closed off to non-VIP members of the club, so almost nothing was known about what went on at the lowest part of club Inferno.<br/><br/>Outside it must have just finished raining. The streets and sidewalks were damp with the irradiated mixture and the streets seemed empty of people. Thankfully Irina's penthouse had been strategically placed near the city subway station which, given it's popularity, dropped people off directly at The Inferno. She wouldn't have trouble getting through the line that wrapped around the football stadium sized building, Irina had the ID's to manage. However the large Orc bodyguards would of course insist on her removing all weapons and her chameleon armor while inside the building.<br/><br/><em>She's going crazy tonight</em>replied Shelly sometime later, which meant nothing good considering how Wicked Mary was on normal evening.