A suspicious conversation.

Penguin smiles awaiting her response, you can see he is restless, hoping for one particular answer. Diana tries to stay calm giving him a cold stare, she turns her attention to the band playing a smooth jazzy song.

''I have an appointment with the owner of this place'' She says softly.

''What dressed like that, not wearing any knickers!?'' Penguin replies.

A loud smack echoes through the room, Penguin's hand once again laying against Diana's bum, the men turning their attention to them whistling and cheering him on.

''Alright then I'll propose a dressing code, the courtesy of Mr. Cobblepot was it!? I'm sure the tale of your indecent behavior would be much appreciated'' She adds with a smile on her face.

Penguin turns pale, cold sweat running from his forehead, as if he just saw a ghost. What could possibly have made the man who doesn't give a damn about anyone or anything but himself so frightened.

''Th....that's ok Miss'' He slowly walks to his table, head hanging down, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. She sees the men talking to him, probably about what just happened, he gives them a menacing stare and scolds them.

Diana looks away, it is none of her concern anymore but she knows now she is on the right track, there is something about this place. If only she could find the leak, but where to start? She wonders.

A waitress walks by carrying some glasses filled with various drinks, dressed in a figure hugging skirt. Quite impractical but not unusual for her line of work, a bit on a short side that gives very little to imagination if she bends down. Diana thinks to herself as she carefully observes but she is not the one to talk, her dress isn?t any better.

In the distance she sees three men talking, they act very suspicious, looking around as if they are careful about somebody eavesdropping . One of them motions the others to follow him upstairs.

Diana?s curiosity sparked, she follows after them, very carefully trying to get as less attention as possible. Soft chatter comes from upstairs, getting clearer and clearer as she ascends the stairs.

She peeks around the corner, the men are entering a room at the end of the hall.

Once the last man disappears inside the room she comes from around the corner walking down the hall. Some fine and expensive art decorates the walls, there are several doors with a name on it and two huge doors at the end of the hall. The ones that the men just entered.

Ear pressed against the doors, muffled sounds on the other end, she can?t make out any of it. A few moments later footsteps follow, she quickly hides behind one of the plants.

The same three men exit the room, one of them carrying a black suitcase now with him. They continue their chatter but none of it seems relevant

She follows them quietly down the stairs, that familiar voice again, the woman is back on stage. Why can?t she stop listening to that voice, it?s so enchanting. The men stop in their tracks, after exchanging a few words, the guy with the suitcase heads for the exit, the other two keep talking.