The club lost its charm after its diva retired for the night. Leonard tried to keep their night going but it was obvious Marcus had lost interest. After one last round they took their leave using the same door they entered. There they found the same tiny room with the teller window.
The same masked brunette waited on the other side. Marcus wondered if she was the only one who worked behind the glass. Since the club was all about discretion it made sense they would limit how many employees knew the true faces of their clients. They dropped their masks into a return bin and Leonard handed his key to the waiting attendant. She smiled retrieving their phones and bid them good night.
Marcus hesitated as Leonard preceded him out. A sudden thought brought him to a halt. Tonight had been Leona
