Seth could almost hear the whir of cogs as the incubus searched for a pleasing response. He had that much sense, at least. Either that, or survival instinct. While he waited he gestured to Zane, who was finally behind the bar where he belonged, to send over some drinks. "Really?" he looked over at Adrian, a small smile playing on his lips, "and have you spotted anyone in particular?" Perhaps the hen party, currently gyrating up on the podiums? Or the hookers attempting to turn tricks on his clientèle. Well, good luck to them! Addiction's customers rarely left the club anything but fully satisfied.
"I was talking to Zane earlier," Seth nodded thanks to the waitress who delivered their drinks, and slid a twenty, and a slice of greed, her way. "I thought we should get some human action going in the club. A competition," he glanced over to see what the incubus thought of the idea. "Reality TV everywhere has proven that if humans are given even the smallest chance of fame they're do almost anything." Thank goodness the demon hadn't skimped on the whiskey this time, or he'd have had to pay him another, less than pleasant, visit. For Zane, anyway. "Perhaps give a spot on the podium to the most outrageous dancer - or couple," he shook his head, "the details are immaterial, so long as it encourages them to revel in pride, greed and, obviously, lust. Which is why I'm bringing this to you."