As the girls planned their espionage, their target, a young man in his early twenties, walked into the club.  Of course, nothing unusual stood out about him; there was a bit of stubble framing his face, and his clothes gave the appearance of moderate wealth, though they looked rather rumpled and well-used.<br/><br/>He looked around at the room, giving a smile and a wave to a few of the girls on stage, and a quick pinch to a serving girl's bottom, as he walked to one of the empty tables in the room.