“Ja…heh…I can tell this wasn’t what you were expecting,” and this club really wasn’t just another seedy strip joint, even the outside looked high end. It was a large building, incredibly contemporary looking with unusual, but clean shapes making up the design. In the night lights of L.A. it looked like it had a metallic white sheen. There was even valet parking, exemplified when Klavier slid out of his car and passed off his keys to the waiting valet.

While his car was being driven away the ex-rocker slung an arm around Issei wanting any passersby to know that this was his date. Naturally it wouldn’t be good if the monk was swept away by someone else, but Klavier was hard pressed to believe that there was anyone here who could compete with him in terms of looks and charm…as far as men were concerned, “it’s more like an executive’s club…this place is brilliant too…there's a section for female strippers and one for male strippers…but if you’re eating at the steakhouse and bar upstairs you can get a nice view on either side…then there is the VIP clam where you can watch in privacy…or you can opt for these fantasy rooms…there is the black, red and silver rooms…the harem room…the forum room…or we can sit on the ground floor. So there are plenty of options Herr.”