They discuss entertainment.

You are taken with Tifa and Tanya to the next room where a makeshift dining room was presented to you.

It was simply a couple of large tables put together but with the fancy, red, oriental table covers with their golden japanese caricatures and lily blossoms along with the fancy music in the background and shoji, paper over a frame of wood used by Japanese for doors and walls, surrounding the walls it looked very fancy even if is just a warehouse.

Tifa looked at you, Ellen, and Tiffany, "Why are they here? If I may ask?"

Tanya smiles,"I just thought a little entertainment would be pleasurable to tonights proceedings."

"So you brought a spy and a sorority girl with you?"

"Hey…." Tiffany starts to say but Ellen, with her free arm, push her back and shakes her head.

"It's okay." Tifa says as she stops and turns around, "Unlike your employer, I have no problem listening to what my employees have to say. It's easier to smack them down when they get out of hand then stroking the fire and ignoring them."

"So…" Tifa gets into Tiffany's face, "What do you have to say, American Girl, hmm?"

Tiffany looks at Tanya and Ellen, who look at her sternly, Tiffany takes a deep breath and sighs, "Nothing."

Tifa looks at her and sighs, "Disappointing. Maybe later tonight we can change that."

She then looks at you, as you are draped over the shoulder and smiles, "And who may this be."

"A nothing, a nobody." Tanya says, "A new wrestler that brought in for fun. Never had a match yet, probably don't know how to fight."

"I wouldn't bring him down so harshly Ms. Mcvan. I once knew a man just like him. An American, a jobber, who despite lack of skill had the anger and stamina to make for it."

Tanya scoffs, "I really doubt it was any men I knew. From what I seen every men I met in this god forsaken country has been sissys and limp dicks."

Tiffany and Ellen chuckle about that.

Tifa turns to Tanya and smiles, "Really? Remind me tell you the story of the Masked Priest one day."

"I know about him. One of my own crushed him and now he's some insane asylum, never knew his name. Liked it matter."

"Then you don't know the whole story." Tifa then looks at you and claps her hands, "But enough of that, come, put him front of the dinning room. We can discuss business while we watch this new jobber put on a show for us. I want to see if he's anything liked the priest was. Maybe you would like to help, huh? American girl?"