Noire was alive with the rich thrum bass and brass playing its heartbeat, the humm of treble and strings singing its breath. A combination of instrumental band and DJ worked together to fill the walls with that near drug-like energy that brought people to the City of Sin and to Noire herself.

Friday night: Tahlis could feel the faint reverberation of music through the floor as she stepped into a little red dress. Diamonds and gold decorated her fingers and ears, the glit matched the allure of Noires decor as she descended the steps toward the club. A vanity stood at the foot of the stairs where Talia could pause, making sure she was the mark for each visitor to strive before stepping out into her realm.

The first act was just coming to a close as Talia effortlessly slipped through the crowded lounge toward the bar. She moved with the atmosphere of the club; the embodiment of confidence, grace and desire. Hazel eyes caught the bartenders gaze, the unspoken command was acknowledged with his nod even as she turned the stool to drink in tonight's audience. It was early and many of the guests mingled between the acts, getting their own drinks before settling in for the entertainment. It was easy to pick out the tourists from the regulars as a smattering of tee shirts and shorts stood out amid the overall richness of the room. Most of them had already moved up close to the stage, seeking out the tables with the best view.

In a white and black saree Rishima set in a meeting room in the second highest floor of the Lotus Hotel, she was sitting at the far end of the table looking over reports and other documents that needed her action. While she did this the rest of the seats were filled with the heads of departments and others of importance that helped her run the Lotus Hotel all of which were from her home country and knew her secret, they droned on about incidents and possible ways to improve the hotel. Rishima however was restless, she was getting bored of being in the confines of the hotel the last two weeks as her power waned and left her week, but now it was returning and she wanted to go out. 

The room quickly became silent and it took her a few minutes longer to notice before she looked up from the papers in front of her and saw all eyes were on her. "Sorry if you are all finished then the day is done." She started to sign a few of the documents as everyone in the room stood up and bowed in her direction, something she disliked. Once they finished with their bow they all filed out of the room, Malati her secretary walked in after they all left with the aim to collect the papers Rishima was working on. 

After a few signatures Rishima stood up and stretched her arms behind her before handing the stack of papers to Malati, who still stood looking at her in as much awe as the day she found out Rishima's birthright. Malati started to bow before she stopped herself and turned with papers in hands and left the room.

Silas stared forward at his television while reclining on his sofa, as the credits started to roll on the movie he had been watching he looked down at his watch. The hands pointed to 7:35, "Ha, just in time." He quickly stood up and started to walk out of his living room crossing half the distance  before he cursed under his breath and made a quick turn back to his sofa. Bending over to pick up the remote and hit the power button to turn off his TV before tossing it back onto the sofa and making his way back towards the front door of his house. As he exited he grabbed his leather jacket off a coat rack that stood next to the front door.

Twenty minutes later his truck pulled into the employee parking behind Delirium.  As he climbed out of his truck he looked around noting which employees were already there. He adjusted  his jacket and stepped towards the back door to the club, as he opened the door he started to hear the sound of the electronic music as the DJ started the night off.  He made his way through the back storage rooms before pushing the door open that lead into the main area. Up front Claire one of the bartenders waited in a black dress while picking at her nails before turning her head towards the door as Silas came through it.

Silas glanced towards her before flashing her a smile "Is Jacob not here yet?" Claire shook her head slowly before returning to picking at her nails "No he hasn't what is that two days now?". Silas gritted his teeth before shaking his head as he started to walk towards the stairs to the VIP Section. He stopped on the landing between the first and second flight of stairs and raised his hand towards the DJ who in response dimmed the lights and turned on the LEDs that shifted colors with the intensity of the music, as the lights dimmed the bouncer pushed open the door taking a stool with a clipboard on it with him outside as he started to check IDs and names on VIP list.

It was an odd phenomenon to be able to solely hear the taps of your own steps on the streets of Las Vegas, save for passing cars in the distance. For a sleepless city, Elizabeth had assumed there were no quiet streets, and found herself eerily disturbed to be proven wrong. It was just one of those nights; she wandered aimlessly through the city armed to the teeth and expected the worst. Most nights she’d try to convince herself she was only keeping herself busy while on call, preparing for a clean up case which was typical protocol. Though tonight she was painfully self aware of her frustration over the recent influx of feral attacks - she wanted to actually find and stop an attack before it happened. Her head shook to rid herself of the thought, but it would hardly do any good with her already on edge.

The tapping of her boots sounded a steady pace like a metronome, announcing her location to anyone in ear shot; which could have been anyone from a few blocks in either direction. Her path was alit with street lamps and head lights, and she only passed a few civilians compared to the sea of tourists in the more saturated areas. She was coming up on a street corner when she heard a violent shuffle down an alley, as if someone had knocked over a few garbage cans. Her hand immediately reached for the Beretta M9 at her side, hazel eyes darting down the alley vigilantly. Her fingers wrapped safely around the grip of her pistol, though she didn’t pull it from the holster quite yet as she took a careful step toward the alley.

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