Jumping at shadows

Nearly jumping off of the stool in surprise you quickly turn you head over your shoulder, only to find that no one is there; there is only a throng of people milling about the club, but no one clearly attempting to get your attention. Admittedly, you are freaked out, considering the possible danger posed by this place, and the fact that you haven't seen Jody anywhere. Shaking your head, you down the last of the brandy you'd been nursing and, leaving a tip for the bartender, you get up and walk out of the club.

After the din of the club, the posh hallway is blissfully calm. You don't bump into anyone walking around the halls on your way toward the elevator, and you offer a polite nod to the woman working at the front desk; this was admittedly rewarding as she was a thirty-something blonde with a large chest hidden behind her button down. While not exactly proof of any demonic influence, the sexuality of the place--the fucking in the club and the sheer attractiveness of the employees--does raise a few flags. You definitely have more to learn here, even after you find and probably clear Jody.

You call the elevator and steal discreet glances at the receptionist while you wait. As the doors open, her eyes meet yours. She smiles at you. You return her smile and step into the elevator and hit "13."

After a few seconds you realize you hit the wrong button; however, with your hunch that something could be going on here, the thirteenth floor is as good a place as any to start poking around.