He's sitting back in the dressing rooms, watching the dancers on stage, proud of their work per usual, the audience seems enthralled, and aroused as usual. The mood is perfect. He closes his eyes with a smile, under his clubs bright Neon lights, enjoying the music. That is, until he hears a commotion. He opens his eyes and scans across the room to see one of the guests harassing another. One thing he doesn't tolerate is boundaries being broken. He grumbles and walks over.