05-23-2015, 03:56 PM
Enzo approached Kallisti from the street rather than being dropped at the door by a car. His attention to appearance was limited to his person, and from his research about the club, the doormen were less selective with their clientele than Manifesto. He pulled a warm cap from his head and folded it into his coat pocket as he approached the entrance. Security gave him a good look-over, but he was prepared for the inspection. The offer of a payoff gave him smoother entrance, and soon he was wrapped in the smokey warmth of Kallisti's velvet walls.
He left his belongings with coat check and entered the club proper, flicking apart the button of his suit jacket as he did. He wore no tie, but the black shirt beneath was open at the collar. Mireille always said he was dashing in black. Perhaps the choice reminded him of her. Upon surveying the club's beautiful employees, she would have been ashamed to see him in a place like this. Swallowing the shame was easy, however. He wasn't here for a lap dance, he was here to work. The surroundings were certain to be distracting, however.
He left his belongings with coat check and entered the club proper, flicking apart the button of his suit jacket as he did. He wore no tie, but the black shirt beneath was open at the collar. Mireille always said he was dashing in black. Perhaps the choice reminded him of her. Upon surveying the club's beautiful employees, she would have been ashamed to see him in a place like this. Swallowing the shame was easy, however. He wasn't here for a lap dance, he was here to work. The surroundings were certain to be distracting, however.