(eastern delay in reply)<br/><br/>In roof of the club Ryvaken had excellent view on below. In distance humans looked smaller and he got good view on women's exposed cleavages. But truth is that most humans present were special someway, even the ten year old kid who owned the club legally alongside his bodyguard/friend bunny girl wearing the school uniform. He saw people talking, trading, whispering or doing other naughty stuff in shadowy alcoves of the club. This was neutral ground where violence and intolerance is not welcomed at all. Even Ryvaken has heard there were people in here who specialize in dimensional travel....perhaps one of them could help him return home?<br/><br/>Rachael sat where she was, undisturbed by patrons of the club. She knew power could be found in this place, matter was what was price for the trade in? She saw humans and non-humans and less humanoid alike creatures slither in crowd. Drinking drinks which looked like hers or were large jugs of somesort transparent slime....which sometimes looked alive even. However her thoughts were disturbed when deep raspy voice spoke out corner of her eye; "hey sweet thing, looking for some fun around here?" When Rachael looked she saw feral furry face of a werewolf staring her hungrily from corner of her seat with glowing purple eyes. Black fur decorated sides of his lupine face and his head. He seemed melt literally out of shadow near her seat. He was seven feet tall but he had size matching red striped black satin suit along with rolex hanging from his wrist. Wine red tie. Only odd part of his outfit was that his navel and stomach was visible, likely result from his transformation adding him more height and reduce top half of the suit more akin to a shirt. he had popped buttons open and so she could see the white clean shirt under the jacket part of the suit. Shoes however there was none.