Tatiana Blush AKA Shanghai Sapphire A gentleman's club, London Tatiana blew a strand of hair from her face, as she weaved her way through the tables, doing her best to ignore or evade the many hands that seemed to reach out for her. Smoke fogged the entire room, and it was useful at times. But she kept her cool. Knowing that this was not her true job, and she had another purpose kept her from reacting the way she wished. No, this was important. She let a wry smile touch her lips as she weaved her way to grab another order of drinks. She was hopefully nearing the end of this phase of the mission. She had been sent hear, to seek out information on the Nevergates. Something potentially nasty and dangerous, was all she needed to know. Through various contacts and her employer, word had gotten to her that one of this particular club's most frequent customers had spoken of the gates while drunk one night. He was here now, a sweaty fat fellow lying slumped in an armchair with a cigar in hand. Tatiana dabbed a bit of her perfume on her chest area, while she worked with her trays. It helped with the surrounding stench. It also aided in helping to making some men more talk-able, because of the chemical the perfume was impregnated with. She also wore a special lipstick, just in case things got too out of control. She then heard the man call out towards her. "Yooouuu!" he slurred at her. "Get over here! Let mee seee thaaat maaagnificent busom!" Tatiana's face transformed as she smiled slyly at the man. With a wink, she grabbed a new drink, and slowly sauntered her way over to the man, taking her time so that he would have ample time to view her. "Oh..these, good sir?" she asked innocently, as she leaned forward, placing the drink down on the table in front of the man. Hopefully, she would not have to wait long to see any effects. She made sure he got a good whiff as she then slowly stood up. "Why, dank you sir.!" she giggled softly as she stood back smiling slightly while she held the serving tray. She had to be careful. Such men usually didnt like much talk. Listening sometimes..but not much in the way of real conversation. She waited to see what reaction, if any, did he have to her perfume, as she kept a careful eye. TAG: Inspector Terence Fairchild?