After sending Razielle a list of instructions on how to find the place where they would be meeting that evening, Gav headed off into the young night for a long walk which ultimately brought him to a quiet part of the city, on the edge of one of the more upmarket regions. A sky of midnight blue spat a mild rain as he crossed the empty road to where a sign of red neon illuminated an open doorway. It was called The Virgin Ego and it was the heart of the illicit cult underworld on Iziz; talks of devil worshipping and taboo practises had reached the Sith's ears and intrigued, decided to have talks here with the vampire member of the Disorder, Razielle Shadana, and perhaps a little dinner, a little dance and a little fun.

Upon entering he was immediately greeted by a sinister set of stairs delving underground and as he descended, the sound of loud, ravaging music boiled upwards from the depths. Finally, reaching the bottom of the stairs, he was asked by a pale woman behind a screen of plexglass for twelve credits entrance fee and after paying, headed inside. The music roared angrily as soon as the doors swung open and his eyes first fell upon a chorus of naked women dancing around poles on either side of the doors.

He smirked and made his way inside; there was a sea of leather, black and red, but the patrons inside were barely covered by their risque garments and the flesh exposed was either tattooed, pierced or scarred; he evaded the bustling dance floor and made his way into a booth where he'd reserved a table. There was a silver candlestick baring three red candles, their light filled the alcove nicely.

She should be here soon, he thought, and after pouring red wine into the two metal chalices, studied the menu.