"Nonsense," Tannusen scoffs at the notion, "is this because I'm dressed up? Don't let it fool you, my staff are usually just in whatever is comfortable for them."

Hell, his security guard was a giant rock woman who wore whatever colorful, crazy thing she could find that would fit. Meanwhile, his event manager wore head-to-toe leather. The fake people who made up the rest of his staff wore whatever boring, forgettable things they usually wore. It ran a gamut, and that was just the staff. The clientele could be even more varied.

"You'd fit in in a full radiation suit, a ball gown, or a bikini. I picked the central city for a reason; variety. It's really not a big deal."