The orc looks at your dubiously, then nods slowly, his fingers tapping his leg in the tell-tale pattern of someone that's using a commlink message system. After a few minutes of this, he opens the door and motions you all in, though he is following you closely. Inside is Mz Candy, clad in the same robe that the three of you remember from last time. Visual perception checks please.

3 successes.

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3 successes

5 successes

Okay, it's fairly easy to see her expression go from a bit of delight at seeing Galahad to confusion followed by irritation. "I don't recall extending an invitation to come back to your entire group and a friend Mr. Question, only to Galahad here." She glares at the dwarf.

"You're a strip club, how do you make money if you don't have repeat customers? Am I not allowed to come back and appreciate your fine employees? If that's the case, you need a better doorman. And what are you getting mad at me for? We did the thing you wanted us to do for you. Figured you'd want to know, not have it hanging all over your head like a hanging thing."

MrRigger

Galahad shrugs and looks slightly embarrassed

"I had intended to come alone, they just sort of ended up here too. I apologize if we offended."

Mz Candy is looking at Question rather frostily. "And it didn't occur to you to use a commlink?" She waves off the orc, who leaves without saying anything.

"But then I wouldn't get to look at the strippers, you see."

MrRigger

Mz Candy looks completely gobsmacked for a second, before her face hardens. "I see. I suppose I made the mistake of thinking I was dealing with professionals. Here's your money." Question, you get a ping confirming a nuyen transfer in the amount of 2250. "Now if you'd please; get out of my club. Galahad, I would ask that if you do come back, please don't bring your associates."

Galahad looks apologetic.
"I"m sorry Madam. My commlink isn't always reliable so I came in person. My apologies that we disturbed you. I hope that you and your...employees are safe."
Slight bow and then leaves.

"I am a professional. And when I'm not solving problems that people like you pay me to solve, I like to relax and unwind. Sometimes, I do this by getting drunk and going to the strip club. My goodness, you happen to run a strip club. Is it really so hard to comprehend that someone might want to patronize your establishment once they're off the clock? But fine, if my money's not welcome here, I'll leave."

If nobody is hot on Question's heels, he's stalking straight out of the club and peeling off in his van.

MrRigger

"My apologies for the Dwarf..he's normally...better."