"If they do that here I'm having them banned," Krisin said, his upper lip curling in distaste. The Fort could sometimes be a rowdy and raucous place, but he drew the line at sex in his club. He did not want to see that sort of thing. Especially when it came to goblins, but really, anyone.
"Hiring a troll bouncer is not a bad idea, though," he added with a moment of thought entering his voice. "i'll look into that." with a difinitive nod, he set down his glass and went over to settle on one of the flower mounds, which accomodated his wings without squishing them. The sylph settled into a languid sort of pose.
"You should perform on Monday," he commented absently as he glanced around, his mind wandering as he thought of the things he needed to do. New supplies needed to be ordered and some fetched from Faerie. He needed to have a bartender who drank his weight in alcohol - without paying - fired. "The pixie quartet won't be here - the alto has a broken wing."