The atmosphere of the club was the first thing Criston noticed, the smoke that lingered in the air as men sipped their drinks, the smooth jazz music from the band on the stage. He wasn't sure how he let anyone convince him to come here at all, it wasn't exactly his crowd. Viserys had told him this place had the best burlesque dancer in the morning whole city and Criston's curiosity got the better of him. He settled in a booth and ordered a drink, looking around at the crowd of men around him.

Once the show started he started to realize just what Viserys meant, the woman was enchanting. It was like ever flick of her feathery fan, every note she sang pulled him into the show. As she stripped to the corset under her dress he felt himself eager to see her again. To see her up close. After her show was over he didn't even bother to stay to see the band, he went to find the owner of the club. He spent some time trying to convince him but he managed to get backstage to see her, it seemed like a completely desperate act but he just needed to see her. Just once. He pushed past the other acts until he saw her name on the door at the end of the hall, he bit his lip and pushed forward. He stood in front of the door for awhile before he finally knocked, clearing his throat loudly to draw her attention.