You crossed your legs lazily as you sat beside Vox on a luxurious, velvet sofa at the back of the parlour, examining your nails absently as strobe lights honed in on the stage, a lone pole providing amusement for the night in the form of scantily-clad performers. Sighing, you glanced over at your associate, who was fixated rather intensely on his cigar until he caught your gaze.

“Hm? Not enjoying the atmosphere, love?”