"If you pay attention, you'll know what all the elite is into. Mostly getting fisted, it turns out." Kind of fascinating in its own right, honestly. Victor led them down the hallway, then moved ahead two steps when he recognised one of the staff. He didn't exchange a word, but they were suddenly making out, only to stop from one moment to the other, although she kept a hand on his chest.

"Do you want a table, Vic?"

"A good one," he confirmed, gesturing to Roman, "That's my friend. Be nice to him." Well. "Or not, if that tickles his fancy."