The days of continuing surveillance showed the repeated patterns.  Three labs closed up during the night, but the stayed open and fired up an auxilery cooker to manufacture something.  While their were walking patrols of the halls, the security people seemed to spend most of the nighttime hours around the top corner of the F.<br/>On at least three occasions, late at night, Smiley’s drones registered a 12 foot long serpent wide as a fit  human appearing on the upper floors and wandering the halls.<br/>Come Saturday, the normal employees worked short shifts at best.  Akiko and Sonya were offered chances to begin dancing and waitressing at Ivory Tiles a day early to establish their reputation.  The place was somewhat classy given that it was run by the Yakuza—somewhat rich people would slum it here, rubbing elbows with the criminal elite.  There was middle and high stakes gambling at the mah jong tables—though only one actually had ivory tiles.  A few tips would get one of the scantily clad waitresses to stand at your side while you gambled, flirting and blowing on your dice.  (The tips got pretty large, though the house took 2/3rds of the take.<br/>In the back, beside a logn bar, was a series of pole dancing stages.  As strip clubs went it was fairly standard.  There were private rooms upstairs and down stairs.  25 NY for a private dance, 100 for the same climaxing with oral pleasure, and 500 for an energetic romp in the sheets.<br/>Hiiro came in after an early dinner with a roll of hard yen and started at the bar.  He tipped the dancers for a while, then took one of his favorites in for a 100 yen “dance” before adjourning to the mah jong tables for a while.<br/>