Follow her to work

Samson pretended to ignore her, but, as soon as she passed him, he sped to where he assumed the back door would be. To his delight it was right where he expected, and he speedwalked out and around to where the front door was. He rounded the corner just in time to see the blonde from the hallway get into a Mercedes parked on the street. He decided to follow, and hopped into his rental car. It was a totally un-thrilling car chase as he followed her through traffic across part of the city until he finally watched her park int he back of a large, old building.

A wry smile spread over Samson's face as he read the sign over the door she walked through.

Playboy Club St. Petersburg

Parking on the street, he made his way to the doors of the club. The sign clearly said that it didn't open for another hour, but someone had helpfully propped the door open. Stepping inside, Samson followed the unusually helpful signs to the backstage area and what he assumed was the private dressing area.

There was only one other person in the room as he went inside. His wry smile turned into a grin when he saw the woman dressed in a skimpy bunny suit.

"You!?" she incredulously exclaimed.

Samson quailed. Something about the forcefulness of the woman was too much for him. Thankfully, like a driving instructor seizing the wheel before they hit a tree, Gray took over before Samson could pass out.