Lizzie walked through the doors of the Club, looking around curiously. It had been a while since she'd last been here, and things had changed a lot since then, but from the looks she was getting from a couple of members, there was no need to explain anything. Before she had gotten five feet into the main room, a waiter was standing at her elbow, awaiting an order. Sometimes she wasn't sure if this amused or annoyed her.

Sending him away with the request, she scanned the room for…familiar faces. Nothing as of yet, other than a few patrons of the New York and London branches there to relax after a day of meetings and the like, the same as her. Well. Not precisely the same reasons, but she would settle for saying that out loud. Still, there was no on she particularly knew, or any members of the Inner Circle that she could see on first glance.

Taking her drink on the waiters return, Lizzie travelled across the room to slide into a nook for the night. Oh, sociable. But at least she wasn't going to get stalked by ninjas while she was there. For one thing they didn't fit in with the dress code. The thought made her snicker a little into her wine glass.

There had been a purple flower in the corridor outside her rooms though, but no sign of anything else on the way there. It was all some kind of joke, more than likely. She was still tempted to call someone about it, but she knew she'd just get laughed at. Or thought of as being silly, attention seeking or something along those rather annoying lines.

Deciding to take a walk around the Club, Lizzie wondered if she could bother anyone, assert her authority by asking questions, having a peek in the back rooms…Oh for the love of God…

"Good evening, Lady Elizabeth. I hope you're well," he inclined his head as he approached, reaching out for her hand.

"Mr Tsurayaba…" Lizzie tried to hide her slight smirk as she let him take her hand, trying not to roll her eyes as he kissed it. Why couldn't that habit die out? It didn't particularly mean much.

"No Sebastian?" he asked, a slight glint in his eyes that told Lizzie he already knew the answer.

"Sadly not. I'm here for my own reasons," taking a sip of wine, she kept up the sweet innocent look. If he wanted to play games then bring it on.

"Oh? Well I hope is all going well for you and that you are not too lonely while here. You are not being worked too hard, I trust?"

"Oh, not at all," Lizzie smiled angelically. "I enjoy myself when I model and the surroundings so far have been wonderful. Last week we were in Osaka."

"Wonderful. Wonderful. Would you join me for a drink?" he offered his arm, in a rather Shaw-like gesture. Draining what was left in her glass, Lizzie took it, gracing him with another camera-worthy smile.

He led her over to a side room, that was almost like a booth and allowed her to sit, well, kneel, before settling himself. A flask of sake soon appeared and he poured her a cupful, then set the flask down. Wisely, Lizzie picked it up, pouring him a cup. Thankfully her memory and good manners didn't fail her completely.

Matsuo raised his cup when she had done, pausing for Lizzie to take her own. "Kampai."

"Kampai," Lizzie echoed, taking a sip hoping he wasn't expecting her to neck it because she wasn't really wanting to get drunk…

After a moment of drinking and watching her, Matsuo set his sake cup down. "So, what brings you to the Club tonight?"

"What brings any of us?" she answered carefully, not wanting him to think she had turned up at random out of boredom and ninja-phobia.

He gave a sly smile. "What, indeed. It is a pleasure to see you here as always. We are always pleased to be graced with such a beautiful, honourable member such as yourself."

Oh he wanted something. Inclining her head, she giggled a bit like a geisha. "You're far too kind. I'm sure this branch is frequented by many beautiful young women."

"Ah but none as talented as yourself," he raised the sake flask again. Draining her cup, she held it out, not wanting to put a foot wrong.

"I'm sure there are many talented members as well," she stated, a little frostily this time.

"It makes you uncomfortable to consider yourself so talented?"

"It makes me uncomfortable when other people consider me so talented," she bowed her head a little.

"Ahh, even Sebastian?" he raised an eyebrow teasingly.

Bastard. "Yes."

He actually looked surprised as he took a sip of his sake, watching her carefully. "Indeed?"

"Forgive my…bluntness, but it's usually not a good thing when a person is so interested. It usually means they want something from you."

Matsuo laughed. "Ahh, my dear girl. How untrusting of you. Indeed, there are many wolves out there that young ladies such as yourself should beware as they indeed want something from you, but however that is not always the case. Sometimes it can be mutually beneficial," he watched her carefully, a wolfish grin on his face. Uncomfortable, she drank her sake.

"I hope I have not offended you, it is not my intention. If you remember, I made you something of a proposition in December. I was saddened that you never enquired after what it was that I offered."

"I'm afraid I was advised not to follow up the matter, and what with school and other commitments, I had no time in any case," Lizzie answered truthfully.

"I am very sorry you have been painted such an unflattering picture of what I intended. Shaw, I imagine?" he caught the small flicker in her eyes and shook his head. "My dear, I would ask yourself why he would tell you such things…"

"Perhaps I have already asked him myself," she replied archly.

"Perhaps. But did you get an honest answer?"

"Obviously you don't consider me that talented after all, Mr Tsurayaba," Lizzie quickly replied, feeling rather pissed off with this cat and mouse game. "And I don't appreciate being played with. If you aren't able to tell me your intentions in simple terms, then I shall not offer you my…talents, as you so flatteringly put them."

He gave her a dark look. "Is that so?"

Lizzie rose up from the table. "It is. I would thank you to not question my judgement. I have my reasons for what I do but I'm sure you know more than enough about that."

He seemed more encouraged than offended, she noted. Rising up, he bowed to her slightly. "Very well, Lady Elizabeth. It seems I have underestimated you. No matter. Until we meet again."

Gritting her teeth as she left the side room, she stalked across the main lounge, towards the back corridors for the fully private rooms, that he thankfully, had no access to if she said so. Gesturing to one of the attendants, she snapped a few words to him before yanking one of the doors open and throwing herself down in the large leather chair behind the mahogany desk, chewing on one of her nails.

Now this, she should potentially tell someone about, if there was anyone seeing as she wasn't on best terms with Sebastian, Jason would laugh, Rae didn't even remember what had happened the last time she was here, Remy would blink at her and ask if she needed to sit down…Maybe she did need to sit or something, stop blowing things out of proportion…Maybe she needed to calm down, stop expecting the worst.

Running a hand through her hair, she flopped her head down on the desk, the urge to talk to someone still niggling at her, yet no one came to mind. That was probably what was making all this feel so strange and all, the lack of anyone to talk to. Maybe that's what she had minions for, so she could call them up and complain. But he minions were at the New York branch, damn. Well, regular waiters to be polite.

Sitting up as the attendant brought her a drink through the doors, she glanced around the office slowly. Well…Not as if she had needed any help so far. She noticed the attendant was watching nervously at the door.

"Do you need something?" she asked, keeping her tone relaxed. No need to be mean to him.

"Forgive me, but a patron asked me to give you this, wishing to remain anonymous," he handed her a small, purple flower, bowed his head and left the room.

Lizzie inspected the flower as it lay on the palm of her hand. "Anonymous indeed…"