The room behind the door was tastefully decorated. Whereas the club itself emphasized its warehouse origin, mixing polished steel and concrete with plastic and carbon fiber, this room was done in the style of a traditional back room of an old bar, complete with fake wood furnishing and heavy carpets.

Immediately drawing attention was the round table at the center of the room, illuminated warmly by a large LED lamp hanging from the ceiling. Four men and three women sat around this table, playing poker with physical cards—a rare sight these days. They were conversing in Spanish, laughing often and loudly while holographic representations of poker chips moved across the table with each bet. As each shadowrunner entered the room, one of the men, a human with a thick black mustache, nodded towards a row of chairs lined up against one wall. The gesture was amicable but firm: [i]have a seat[/i].