"Is that your first name, or do I call you Mr. Kincaid?", she asks.
She the offers her hand and says, "I am Isis. Pleased to emet you. So you are intersted in taking my... tour, because i would more then willingly take you along on it."

He gently takes her hand and nods. "Just Kincaid, few people use my first name so I tend not to introduce myself as it. Now as for the [i:7a1edb869c]tour[/i:7a1edb869c]..."

"Of course... The tour. Well, this is the main area of this club. There is oh so much more, and if you'd like... i could show you much more. But this is like any other club. Bar, music, and your angsty denizens. But we do offer more... oh so much more...", she says.
She walks to the stairs and walks up.
"And this is a place I'm quite proud of. The one part that truly means the most to me.", she says as she leads him upstairs.

He slowly follows her up the stairs. The entire way he maintains a sombre disposition. When he reaches the top he looks toward what she is was talking about, his expression remains the same the entire time.

"This is what I call my little spot of home." she says as he sees a strip club.
The places is teeming with men as a young woman is gyrating on the stage. the bar is surrounded many some men and waitresses dressed in skimpy Egyptianesque costumes, each carrying trays.
"So, what do you think so far?", she asks looking at Kincaid

He looks around the strip club at the many scantly clad employees. His focus then switches to the customers.

"It's nice, you must be making a fortune off of this place. Then again it probably cost quite a lot to build."

"Of course it did. It will be a while before I turn a profit here. But I do enjoy this so. Just being around the masses...", she says with a seductive smile. But let us go somewhere more private. Maybe so I can learn more about you.", she says leading him into a room off to the side of the club.

He raises an eyebrow, "There are a few questions I have that you might be able to answer and a secluded room would be a better place to talk then out here."

He follows her to the room.

She opens the door to a very nice looking office. She sits down on the mahogany desk top.
She says, "Please take a seat ."
She offers him a very comfortable looking leather chair.
She closes the door behind him.
"Don't worry, this room is sound proof. There are some pertinent questions i wanted to ask you. Like why do you find yourself in this city?", she asks reseating herself on the desk.

Griq looks the room over and takes the offered seat. "Well, actually i'm looking for someone. Someone I was told I could find somewhere around here."

"Oh, well, maybe I can be of assistance. Now my next question. What is your bloodline? I always like knowing what exactly each Cainite I'm talking to is.", she says, "And you do seems a decent enough chap..."
She continues to give him a seductive smile.

He looks at her with a dry smile, "I'll tell you on the condition that you tell me if my suspicions are correct."

Mark walked halfway down the spiralling metallic staircase, stopping to look across the sea of dancing mortals. A relaxed smile shone on his face as he playfully strolled down the stairs and across the dance floor towards the bar. He was dressed casually in a dark purple shirt, black jeans and dark trainers.

((Since I was forgotten outside :lol: ...))
Cizanus was starting to get impatient outside. He looked at the bodyguard looking around and nothing. He needed a place to stay, and he wasn't closer to any since he got there. He could see the people dancing around and listen to the loud music... but still nothing. The bumper came back.
"Sorry, fella, couldn't find her in there. Guess she's busy."
"That's okay, I guess", said Cizanus more worried now, as he took a final glimpse at the club. "I'll be going now... wait. You see that guy? The one in the purple shirt."
"The one coming down the stairs?"
"Yes, that's the one. Could you please call him for me? Last favor I ask you, seriously."
"Okay... stay here."
The man entered the club again and went to the pointed guy.
Cizanus couldn't believe that from all places, he would meet Archer again here. He was just hoping that that crazy bastard would recognize him.
((K, Marky, help me here... :) ))

"And what exactly are your suspicions, Mr. Kincaid?", she asks him as she slowly uncrosses her legs.
She looks intently at him and licks her lips.
"What do you think I am?", she asks.