The Voyeur.

Tonight, was the night. Time to pay a visit. He had made her wait long enough, but now.. it was time to collect.

The young male made his way towards the club, walking down the street under the guise of obfuscate. His steps were silent... his eyes were focused. Hands deep within the front hoodie pocket, toying idley with something within it.

Towards the door of the club, he went... his sharp and attentive eyes extremely mindful of any cameras that may be in place, to avoid them, if possible. If not possible.. well... he had something for that, now.

He'd notice a surprising lack of cameras, in fact, at least those he could see. As he entered, he'd notice several broken bottles and cigarette butts outside, leaves which had fallen from the trees out front left to plaster in an ugly manner against the sidewalk, and a lack of a bouncer.. inside the club was no different. The floor's carpet was ripped a bit upon entry and dirty. One rather homely woman gave a raunchy, half-assed performance on stage, while a few scantily clad women mulled about, boredly taking drink orders.

The barkeep was a large, buff man in a stained t-shirt. None of the women he had seen at the Hotel were present.

Mmmmm... so maybe obfuscate wasnt needed... oh well, would sort that out later.

Once inside the establishment, he raised a brow at just how much of a shithole it was. Surely this was a joke. Anise? Here? It seemed highly unlikely, but there was no doubt that this was the right place. He would just need to ... persuade.

Towards the darkest corner of the room, he went... allowing the shadows to become home for a moment, then stepped out of them casually.. as if he had been there all along. Hood pulled up pretty tightly over his head, the low light of the room slightly obscuring his face, except for soft and cold lips. Quietly gazed around the room again, searching for... something.

A girl walked up to him eventually, snapping her gum before she spoke.

"Hey Sugar, can I get you a drink?"

His brilliant green eyes turned towards the woman, regarding her with a very heavy gaze for such a young man.

"Take me to Celeste."

Was all he said, with a breath that didnt have much warmth to it, at all.

Her eyes rolled. "Whatever, I'll go get her." And she walked away.

Moments later, the bright redhead stepped out of one of the 'private rooms', smiling upon seeing Rolf. "Good evening," She said as she approached. "How's your night?"

The boy regarded her with a scanning look. Soon, they eyes were firmly upon her own. "Good evening." Was his simple response.

"You and I. We need to talk. Privately." Rolf tended to be a long winded fellow, at times. This was serious Rolf. No bullshit or chitchat... let's cut straight to the chase. He shifted in his stance, a bit, right side of his face twitching.

Her brow quirked and she nodded with a look that said she expected him to follow, before turning to walk back towards the room she had come from.

He simply nodded. It might come across, that he was not in the mood to play games, tonight. He seemed very serious. Moreso, than he was known for.

"If you have cameras... I suggest you turn them off, or remove those stationed to watch them."

Spoken casually, as they moved along.

"Please, I don't have cameras here." She responded, pulling him into the back room with her. It was small, small enough that they were pressed together. Though she seemed to sense he was in no mood to play, she wasn't her typically teasing self. As she locked the door, the room began to lower slowly with a mechanical 'click.'

Pressed together, with the woman, inside the small decending cage. It made him twitch a touch more, and shift slightly where he stood. Rather uncomfortable, for potentially unknown reasons.

Then he spoke, as they lowered. "What is Anise, to you?"