"Ahh," Jean-Claude says, with the quirk of a smile, before reaching into his jacket and producing a business card. Guilty Pleasures, it reads, in a rather camp sort of way. "Here. If you are ever interested in investigating. Perhaps you might find something you like," he adds, with a wink. If the name isn't hint enough that it's a strip club, the card should give a little more hinting of that away, with it's suggestive silhouettes.

"Working with the patrons, it is an exercise in control. She is doing well, even if she does have her moments." Her moments where she sneaks out on her own, it would seem. He would hope that if she killed anyone while she was out, she had kept it discrete at the least.