The Lily is a classy joint, that Dillon Connery is actually quite fond of. It has the air of a gentleman's club, only somewhat more modern and without being exclusive to gentleman.
Slightly more lounge, and less rave.
It also has the luxury of booths that allow the occupants a full view of the other patrons, while maintaining both mundane privacy and the Masquerade. Dillon is in one of those circular booths with their one way glass right now, texting Michael Redfill his location so the man won't have to inquire at the bar.
Having found a suitable replacement for the pinstripe jacket that he'd splattered and then smeared Velma Star's Vitae all over, the Reeve is very business-casual.
A loose term, admittedly, given what his business actually is.