"How about a drink? It's on me." Jett smiles, voice as smooth as silk and eyes dancing with a playful fire. The mission was simple. Or it should've been. Go to the club as a patron, sneak around, and interact with workers to get info about Kane, and get the hell out.

Though things are proving to be more difficult than intended. It's as if everyone is intentionally quiet about Velvet Ember's infamous owner. A contract of secrecy, perhaps? Well, whatever it may be, he needs to get something out of someone, and you seem to be the perfect person to manipulate. It should just take a compliment and a smile, right?