Second Floor
Isaac silently lead the trio up to the second floor. It was certainly quieter, although for a good reason. Here, the music faded to a distant hum, and the only sounds were the occasional moans from a mattress against the wall. Although his cheeks flushed at the insinuation of their presence here, Isaac liked it much better.
"Anywhere you prefer, Sir?" he asked, as they reached a sparsely populated area of the club. An empty booth sat off to their left, a mattress to their right.