It takes Tim some time to move through the various corridoors, and he deliberately takes time over it, observing and exchanging a few words with both waitresses and various patrons. For the most part, it seems like the activities on display are consensual, and the participants are either in it for the enjoyment or the paycheck, which is about what he expected. Still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something more questionable than whips and chains hiding somewhere in the heart of the club.
He works his way deeper into the red rooms, and eventually he wanders into the same glass-walled viewing room as Tom. He's still not sure about this guy, and the fact that he's here and simply watching just ticks off against Tim's internal list, but so far there's no reason to confront him. So in fact, he avoids him, almost veering around him without a second glance. As much as he might have liked to sit in that viewing room for a moment and used it for its express purpose of observation, it still wouldn't solve the issue of looking behind locked doors.
Not that he's having too much luck with that, back in the tangled corridoors, and he's not quite to the point of peeping through keyholes just yet. Listening outside doors, yes, but that can be disguised a bit easier. In a questionable stroke of luck, he spots a small knot of men (one obviously xenian, the others dubiously human) with a girl at their centre. Her movements are unco-ordinated and a pair of the men are more or less dragging her along. It's possible that she's had too much to drink, but much more likely she's been drugged, and neither option is actualy good.
Tim moves to intercept, feigning a very slightly drunk sort of sway to his movements - being underestimated is still one of his better weapons. "Hey, why're you guys dragging that kinda clearly off her face girl around?"
The group don't take too well to the sudden interruption, but Tim can practically feel the apparent highest ranking one of them rake his eyes over him - taking in the scars, and an ugly little smile blossoms on his face. "Why don't you come and see, kid. Seems like it might be the kinda scene you're into." As he speaks, a couple of the men move around behind Tim and herd him closer in, towards the girl, so he gets the distinct impression he isn't so much being given a choice here.
And that works, he needs to not only get the girl out of this situation but deal with whoever's organising things, so. He worries his lower lip for a second, affecting that obviously nervous, but intrigued look, before answering. "... I like my ladies a little more compis mentis, but sure. Why not. Since you fellows seem so friendly."
So he manages to get himself escorted, reasonably confident that he can deal with whatever lion's den he's walking into.
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He works his way deeper into the red rooms, and eventually he wanders into the same glass-walled viewing room as Tom. He's still not sure about this guy, and the fact that he's here and simply watching just ticks off against Tim's internal list, but so far there's no reason to confront him. So in fact, he avoids him, almost veering around him without a second glance. As much as he might have liked to sit in that viewing room for a moment and used it for its express purpose of observation, it still wouldn't solve the issue of looking behind locked doors.
Not that he's having too much luck with that, back in the tangled corridoors, and he's not quite to the point of peeping through keyholes just yet. Listening outside doors, yes, but that can be disguised a bit easier. In a questionable stroke of luck, he spots a small knot of men (one obviously xenian, the others dubiously human) with a girl at their centre. Her movements are unco-ordinated and a pair of the men are more or less dragging her along. It's possible that she's had too much to drink, but much more likely she's been drugged, and neither option is actualy good.
Tim moves to intercept, feigning a very slightly drunk sort of sway to his movements - being underestimated is still one of his better weapons. "Hey, why're you guys dragging that kinda clearly off her face girl around?"
The group don't take too well to the sudden interruption, but Tim can practically feel the apparent highest ranking one of them rake his eyes over him - taking in the scars, and an ugly little smile blossoms on his face. "Why don't you come and see, kid. Seems like it might be the kinda scene you're into." As he speaks, a couple of the men move around behind Tim and herd him closer in, towards the girl, so he gets the distinct impression he isn't so much being given a choice here.
And that works, he needs to not only get the girl out of this situation but deal with whoever's organising things, so. He worries his lower lip for a second, affecting that obviously nervous, but intrigued look, before answering. "... I like my ladies a little more compis mentis, but sure. Why not. Since you fellows seem so friendly."
So he manages to get himself escorted, reasonably confident that he can deal with whatever lion's den he's walking into.