Lois investigates the kitchen

Lois decided the kitchen was her best option. With so many people going in and out, hopefully she could blend in, even if she wasn't dressed like a club employee. If she was lucky, the kitchen would connect to other, more secure areas of the club. Maybe she could even find a way to the basement and the hidden room that the bartender was talking about.

She inched closer, keeping an eye out for cameras, bouncers, and security staff. The crowd provided some cover, but as Lois neared the edge of the dancing, grinding throng of club-goers, she knew she would be exposed.

Stepping off the dance floor, Lois didn't want to make her path too obvious. She noticed the caged dancers moving sensually to the music, and the steady stream of sexily dressed waitresses and shot girls walking through the stainless double doors. Lois spotted her opening, shuffling in right behind a waitress who was carrying in an empty tray. The doors swung open and Lois followed the waitress into the kitchen. Other club staff were busy washing dishes, preparing extravagant drinks and bottles of liquor for high end tables, and even a few of the dancing girls were walking through. Lois saw a few side doors to supply rooms, an office and a walk-in freezer. The kitchen stretched back further into the building than Lois realized, but perhaps there was an entrance to the basement nearby.

Sneakily sliding her phone from her handbag, Lois began snapping photos. Evidence could be anywhere, and she would need to collect as much as possible. The staff were all preoccupied as Lois snooped, and the curious reporter crept deeper into the kitchen. There was an office nearby, the perfect place to investigate any shady dealings.

But then a strong hand tapped her shoulder and Lois spun around with lightning quickness. A burly bouncer stood there, towering over her. The main eyed Lois curiously, clearly noting that she looked out of place in the kitchen. His voice was booming. "Excuse me, miss, but what are you doing back here?"

She was caught! But Lois Lane didn't get this far by giving up easily. Putting her hands up defensively, she bought a few moments for her lightning like wit to concoct an answer. The most obvious one. She smiled hospitably at the hulking security guard, explaining. "I work here."

He studied her curiously, not entirely convinced. "You must be new. What exactly do you do?"

Lois smiled again, her brain going to work. What was the most believable answer?