It was a dim, sleek, modern night club. Music was pounding, but not too loud. Beautiful people in beautiful outfits, customers drowning away any and all sorrows in expensive cocktails and alcohols. The place was where everyone wanted to be this time of night, if they could even afford to wait in the line.

But some people didn't show up for the drinks and dancers. Some came for the man in the throne, so to speak. Obviously the owner of a place like this would go around to interact with his customer base. Sometimes he'd even sit at the glossed black grand piano in the middle of the main floor, and play a song or two for the happy patrons.

And every once in a while, he'd make a deal or two. Pull a string or two. It was nice to have some ties across the city, and have friends in high places who owe him favors. Lux was a breeding ground for the desperate, people who needed his aid, and people willing to give practically anything in return.

So across the shuffled platforms and floors, between the dancers and performers, he was scoping out his crowds.