Some individuals quietly enjoyed art and sculpture displayed throughout the club; others loitered in social groups standing or hanging out at tables or at the bar. A few romantics danced near the stage, where the energy was decidedly sensual, although well within decorum. The lead singer clearly liked it that way; she was a sultry blonde with a low, strong voice, who was fully aware of the sorts of gazes various gentlemen in the audience were sending her way, and she loved it - even if she seemed dead-set on denying any of them the satisfaction of even a smile or a wink their direction.
One such gentleman occasionally eyeing the singer was one Serio Kade, although he was quite a bit more surreptitious about it than some of his counterparts. Still, an attentive onlooker who was keyed into such things wouldn’t have too much difficulty noticing.
Gentleman wasn’t quite the right word for Serio, though, although he wore the air of one quite well. Nobody seemed to know much about where he came from - certainly nothing of any family, either in town or elsewhere - only that he was charming, smart, and damn fine to work with. Perhaps there were rumors of varied colorful pasts, but nothing more than thinly-veiled wild speculation. He worked for a different establishment in town - The Mimosa Bloom. It was a bit smaller of an operation than the Black Butterfly, but then again, arguably higher-class and more discerning (tho, some rumors say, also a bit more scandalous, so there’s that). The Mimosa Bloom would also be open tonight, so it did seem a bit odd to see Serio here; perhaps he was taking the night off, or perhaps he was there on business - it was hard to say.
He sat at a table with another young man who seemed to be a friend - a red-head in a suit with just enough color to stand out, while still looking sensible. Serio meanwhile was in a rather boring neutral-colored suit - well-made and flattering, but utterly forgettable. Even so, his presence at the club certainly didn’t go unnoticed.
Amelia Rayne, the daughter of the establishment’s owner, was a bubbly, outgoing socialite - always entertaining to talk to, though occasionally a bit boisterous for some folks’ tastes. She was flirtatious, and unafraid of teasing or even raunchy talk, though she knew (for the most part) when was the appropriate time and place. She meandered over to Serio’s table and, upon being welcomed with a gesture, quite happily took a seat. Her conversation with Serio and his red-headed companion was brief, friendly, and full of flirts, though it seemed likely enough that nobody had any interest in earnest that direction.
Ultimately Amelia stood, followed shortly by the red-head. He offered Amelia his arm, which she happily took. After bidding adieu to Serio, the two meandered through the club for a bit, and then approached a standing social group whom Amelia clearly knew to engage in conversation.
Serio sipped quietly at his drink for a bit, looking fairly pleased with himself. That, and stealing occasional glances at the singer on the stage. Eventually, though, self-satisfaction and idle admiration could no longer entertain, especially with his glass running empty. The man stood and meandered his way back over to the bar, to take up a seat there and order another drink.
((OOC: <- this stands for "Out of Character", and I often like to use it to signify that I wanna make a meta-comment here in the same post. In this case, to tell you about OOC in the first place, and then also to make note that there is a separate post in Plotting that talks a lil more about directions you could go and such
