Lei-Ne didn't fail to notice the man behind her as she entered the room. It was nice, much nicer than the club was. In fact, it was so nice that it practically deadened the loud music just through the wall. Suitably impressed Lei-Ne took a seat when gestured. The faux-wood chair creaked a little as she sat down. It wasn't because of the weight, merely because if was designed that way. Like nostalgia. Lei-Ne wondered for a brief moment, who had designed such a room and if they could do her apartment. It wasn't bad looking, her apartment that was, but it was chrome and chrome and more chrome. The only spots that had life were spots of disreputable claim. 

The obvious street samurai who followed her in didn't say a word. The elf who followed him in, was a different matter all together. Not only because of the gas mask, which wasn't all that unusual but was in this setting, but because he asked if this was the right place. The elf perched on the edge of the chair he had chosen and didn't make eye contract with anyone. Lei-Ne fluffed her hair a little and sat forward to respond when the door opened yet again. She was beginning to sympathize with the card playing man who rolled his eyes. [i]Yeah[/i], Lei-Ne thought. [i]I feel ya.[/i]

The newest newcomer was dressed like he was going to a job interview at a company. Rather than a back alley meet. And arrogant to boot. He took one look around the room and sat next to her. Of course. The samurai who had followed her in responded to the elf instead of her. And not nicely. She should have just said something instead of letting herself get distracted. It always paid to know who was around you. And who really cared if no one got along? Lei-Ne sure didn't. After all, she was a profession, which was more than she could say about most of the people here. 

Lei-Ne forced a smile on her face at the pathetic attempt by the human to impress her. Bluffing was all part of poker. Duh. So his comment didn't endear him to her. The samurai's reply endeared him even less to the Asian. When another man walked in Lei-Ne was ready to move seats. If she wanted someone staring at her assets she'd go back on the dance floor. Finally in came a troll. He just pulled up a seat and didn't talk. Which was nice. Lei-Ne was never in a talking mood when she got summoned. Seven years now she had been doing this. And it never got any better.