The security guard at the door is too busy chatting to some busty blonde to pay any attention to me as I flash him my invite. He nods that I’m to enter without even bothering to frisk me first. This is a blessing and a curse because I wonder who else is armed.
Babydoll has my gun and knife in her bag as the guards won’t search her, but it seems they’re not searching anyone, which is strange.
Taking in my surroundings, I’m thankful the lighting is dim, as it allows me to keep to the shadows. I walk through the room, passing a harpist playing a soft piece on her large white harp. The room is lit up with candles, setting a romantic mood for some, but to me, it is the perfect place to spill blood.
Tall tables covered with white tablecloths are set up around the room as it’s not a formal din
