"So I saw. At least when I could take my eyes off you." Jay flatters harmlessly as they walk up the stairs.

They walk along the mezzanine - more tables with views of the stage and dance floor, private booths to the back with less of a view but very much more private. Something that's being made the most of, judging by the giggles and soft moans coming from some of the closed curtains.

The smoking section is a partitioned off area of the balcony, resembling an oversized theatre box with a silent but very effective ventilation system. Modern smoking laws being what they are. Some very fine cigars are being shared around a group of well dressed women in Humphrey Bogart-eque suits, touching the brims of their fedoras in greeting as Emcee and Jay join them.

"Have you seen Vic before?" One of them asks, offering them a lighter almost as old as Emcee. "Love this act."

Below the lighting is being dimmed, the stage cleared for the next act.