Asa walked past the doorman and wove his way through the bodies. He paused to look at a pair of suspended figures and scanned the fetish club with a clinical eye. In the past year he had shed the displaced feeling of wearing a well-cut suit and tie to this den of inequity, and he was somewhat curious to see how his Seneschal and Reeve reacted to it.
With a moment's concentration, he dismissed the Mask so they could find him at the bar.
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