Local law enforcement is aware of the building's status as a Hotel California but, due to bribes and strong arm tactics on the part of the Marquis, only involves itself in Club Kismet's business only if absolutely necessary.
All patrons are allowed in during the evening. During the day time it is exclusively a Hedonite hangout.
Club Kismet was every bit the reality of the illusion and Glamour Vess was projecting. The throb of the base made her toes curl. It was a glottal chant which spoke the the bestial, innermost depths of the soul. Perhaps she was just a bit too proud of her Kinds, but she sensed it was the work of a fellow Helyk Sazashi—how could it not be? It resonated in such a primal way. She wanted to just give herself over to the craftsmanship of it, to fall into its trance and see where it took her.
But she could not. She could not. For two reasons, she could not...
The club is a dance hall a hundred feet long and 50 across, with booths along the walls and a bar at the far end. Suspended over the bar and sticking partway out over the dance floor is the VIP loft, where Agora spends most of his time when he is present. Many an important dealing has happened in that loft.