[kavinsky does as requested. it's not so trivial a trip, as it turns out-- they're heading all the way out to maurtia falls. fortunately, one of the porter agents seems oddly amenable to letting them through with no paperwork. she might hear the name dropped: satya. it's not a connection that kavinsky takes advantage of often, but he's wont to show off, a little, and furthermore

he's curious as to what sarah's instincts will have to say about petyr baelish's establishment. kavinsky had heard when the club finally opened, more than a month ago now. however, he had been disinclined to immediately jump in, both feet, especially with something like an actual arms transaction. this seems like a nice way to test the waters. a couple pills and drinks from sarissa's paranoid twin-face mother-character sounds good.

they turn up at a strip club called the iron throne. judging from the height of kavinsky's eyebrows on his face, it's his first time here too.] The guy's kinda old school, [he offers to her, shrugging sidelong.] Alternative universe probably a psycho on a horse old school. Don't puss out on me now. [a wink, and then they push into the establishment.

which has a lot of velvet and candlelight, you will be interested to know! a very aesthetic skeeze.]