The personal secretary of Dr. Novar spent much of the night on her employer’s wing, but as an important functionary took the doctor away for a moment Lassa found herself unaccompanied near one of the bars.

She let out the softest of sighs as she collected her thoughts and ordered a drink that would match with her beautiful black elegant dress.

"Would you enjoy a bit of company in being fashionable nad mysterious, madam?" Qar leaned against the bar to her side. He was indeed dressed up a bit, flamboyant shirt under a leather suit, a bit like an artist... or a scion of some local nouveaux-riches for the record. In addition to any shady type that would want to appear as someone else, but those were in abundance around. His manner concealed their prior familiarity. To the outside eye it could seem as casual, mild, inconsequential carousing. A drink was in his he