Kirian opened the door to the building and walked inside. As expected, the inside was a dingy bar. Three grizzled men sat at the bar, staring down at their drinks. They held their cups in silence and didn't even look up as he took a spot at the bar. The third stool from the left.

The bartender looked over at him unimpressed and asked, "What'cha drinking?"

Kirian answered with equal disinterest, "A gin and rum soda with a lemon wedge."

The bartender looked him up and down for a moment before nodding. "We're out of rum up here. There should be some in the back, " he said, and started walking into the storeroom.

Kirian followed, passing by the other stools and receiving a keen look from one of the men. He opened the door to the storeroom himself, and the bartender was waiting there impatiently. It looked like a normal storeroom, save for the slot in the left wall. It opened, and a pair of eyes peered through. The pair of eyes said, "There's nothing like a warm sunny day."

Kirian responded, "I much prefer a rainy night."

The slot closed and in another moment, a seam in the wall popped open. A doorway appeared. Kirian nodded to the bartender and went inside. The pair of eyes were attached to an old women, who said nothing. He walked past her. The air was cold and damp and there was barely any light. Kirian could just make out a staircase at the end of the hallway. He squared his shoulders and followed the path, walking down the stairs while taking a grounding breath.

At the bottom was a plain door, but it had no knob. Kirian could hear muffled voices on the other side. He knocked exactly 17 times and the door opened. The sounds of loud music and dozens of voices blanketed the room in an uncomfortable volume.

Kirian walked past another body guard and walked towards the bar. This bartender was topless, and extremely friendly. Kirian flashed her an easy smile and she looked him up and down with overt interest. Kirian ordered a lemon drop and let his eyes wander the room casually.

He spotted them on a couch in the corner. It just so happened that the corner was a little darker than the rest of the space. A few more topless women surrounded them, most appeared drunk.

Kirian looked away, not wanting to give away his intentions just yet. The bartender ask him some question or other and he hummed his response. He took his drink tipped handsomely.

Now, it was time to set some traps. He walked through the room casually. A patron kept trying to catch his eye and he smiled encouragingly. The man called him over and he went.

Now in the middle of the room, anyone could see him. He didn't dare look at the targets. Instead he sat next to the man who had called him over.

"You look new," said the man, scooting aside to make room in the already crowded circular booth. He had a topless women in his lap, who gave me a polite smile, before continuing her conversation with another girl.

"I am new," Kirian responded. There were about 5 other men in the booth, and just as many young women.

The man looked at him through drunk and likely drug-addled eyes. His pupils were dilated and he blinking was slow. He was a middle aged man with two golden crowns on his front teeth and a bushy mustache. His stubble had a few grey hairs sprinkled about. "Well let me welcome you, this is The Cave."

Kirian laughed indulgently and nodded. "Thank you, it seems like a special place."

The man laughs uproariously. Coughing a few times before continuing, " That is, young man. That it is." The man looks him up and down once again. His eyes catching right below Kirian's collar, where the open buttons show the very top of his chest. "What is an attractive young man like yourself doing in a place like this?" The man asks.

Kirian leaned back a little, letting the fabric fall just that bit further down. "I have some... unusual tastes. The kind money can't buy." He says. His tone light but his smile mischievous.

The man gulped and laughed nervously. There's no doubt in Kirian's mind that the man has fallen for his little ploy. They continue talking for a few more minutes, laughing just loudly enough for the whole room to hear.

Before long someone taps on Kirian on the shoulder. He instantly recognized it as one of the women that was at the targets' couch. He smiled up at her with an easy, charming smile and she reciprocated with one of her own.

"Can you come with me?' She asked.

Kirian lets out a light laugh before responding, "How could I say no to such a pretty girl?"

They speak briefly while walking to the couch. Once they arrived, she smiled and steps away.

The targets stare at me with calculating eyes before the woman in the maroon dress smiles. "I see we have fresh meat, " She said to her husband.

Adeline and Gerald Whitmer looked like a boring, vanilla husband and wife. Gerald wore a checkered button down and chinos. His face was uniquely forgettable. Adeline was an attractive enough woman, with long, chestnut hair and a curvy figure. Both in their early forties, they lived quite interesting lives. They ran the bar upstairs as a front for The Cave, a hedonistic playground for rich assholes who are bored of their luxurious lives. But The Cave itself was actually a front for a more nefarious business.

Kirian needed to find a way to get them alone, kill them, and escape. All in roughly an hour and a half. Easy.

Kirian perched on an arm of the couch gracefully and smiled back, "The freshest."

This got them laughing, and Gerald waved him over.

"Oh come sit down, we don't bite."

Kirian sat opposite the two. "That's a shame."

Both of them seemed completely at ease, playing with their new toy. They talked for a bit about this and that. Eventually, Adeline sent Gerald a charged look and turned to Kirian.

"Do you know what we do in The Cave?" Adeline purred.

"I think I have some idea."

Gerald stood languidly and sat next to Kirian, all while maintaining eye contact. The women around them tittered.

"We have quite a few hours before that, in the meantime, we like to get to know each other."

"I'm nothing special. I'm in town for some business and was informed that you might be someone I'd like to meet." Kirian said in a low voice.

"I'm flattered you'd come all this way just to meet me. Tell me, what is it that you seek?"

This was the moment.

"I'm not quite sure I know," Kirian breathed, holding the older man's eye contact. Gerald eyed him hungrily and Kirian didn't look away.

Finally Gerald broke their eye contact and said to his wife, "How would you feel about an appetizer, darling?"

Adeline chuckled and nodded. They both stood and Gerald held out a hand to Kirian. He took it as he got up off the couch and the man let go, but stayed close. Then, Kirian noticed a few of the topless workers following them.

That wouldn't work.

Kirian stopped and turned to Gerald as they got close to the door. "I prefer to start without an audience," he said, nodding towards the workers.

The older man looked at Kirian for a moment. It wasn't Kirian's best excuse but it seemed to work. Gerald waved the women away.

The two passed through the door, Adeline is waiting for them inside and Gerald snaking an arm around Kirian's waist.

Kirian looked between the two, then at the door as it closed.

Adeline gestured them closer, sitting back on the largest bed Kirian had ever seen. He smiled at them seductively but his fingers twitched.

He got down on one knee, as if to undo his shoe laces and in one movement, pulled his knife out from its sheath by his ankle. But they were just as fast, both pulling out ornate pistols the millisecond they saw a flash of silver. Kirian stood and stepped back, mind spinning through his options.

He underestimated them. If anyone heard a single gunshot, his cover would be blown.

"Who sent you?" Gerald growled.