Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160605231716/@comment-5999656-20160704005438

Downstairs was packed with late night partygoers. Fen found it difficult to move around, and the colorful strobe lights and pounding music wasn't helping her focus either.

These people looked sketchy, but none of them matched the profile the artist had given her. Either he was somewhere out of sight or he hadn't arrived yet. Fen huffed in exasperation. The less time they had to spend here, the better. It was really stuffy and smelled of alcohol.

Meanwhile, a buff, bronzed man wearing a dark blue business suit drew up to the back of the building, glancing around before scanning a card and unlocking the door. He slipped in silently and went to the back room where visitors were not allowed, and waited for the boys he paid to come by with proof of their tags.