[ Who knew damnation wasn't burning in the eternal flames as per the Goddess' scripture but enduring the mundane tedium that is standing in a line. Baffling as the circumstances may be, Yuri is, as ever, quick to adapt. He takes his ticket and joins the wait, using the time to observe the strange creatures populating the room, and their numerous eyes, snaking arms...

Ah, what a sly one. Yuri can spot a pickpocket when he sees one, having been a wallet snatcher himself. Normally, he'd cut his own some slack, but he doesn't quite see himself in a thief like this. He taps the culprit's arm, shaking his head at the creature who snaps its appendage back and relinquishes the ticket. ]

This yours?

[ He passes the ticket back to its owner. ]

Best stay alert, friend. I'd double check your pockets for anything else missing.

[ Yuri has little interest involving himself in street brawls when it's not his business and there's nothing to be gained. That doesn't mean he's opposed to watching. Today, it's crow bar versus brass knuckles as two men square off against each other in an agreed-upon match. Some of the observers jeer, others are sizing the two up, and Yuri happens to overhear a remark from the latter crowd. ]

Really? My bet would be on the other man. [ The partner he usually gambles with isn't here, but he's just as willing to play with a stranger. ] What do you say to a little wager?

[ In the staff room of the club, Yuri can be found with a brush and a cosmetic kit, applying makeup in practiced strokes to the would-be host and hostesses dragged in by the scout. When he's done prettying up his current subject, Yuri's own mascara-lidded eyes travel to the next person getting ready for their debut, and he offers a sympathetic smile. ]

This establishment might be a disorderly mess, but that doesn't mean we have to look the part. Would you like me to add a few touches?

[ Need help with makeup? Hair? Let him make you stunning. ]