Malfoy was standing in front of a black glass doors establishment. There was a neon sign that was sending all sort of signals to his brain. "Club Hibisco Rojo’. Well, fuck! He was pretty sure his face was morphing through every possible expression he was able to command his muscles to make. But at the end, he settled for his signature smirk. This was a good time to regroup... with himself. Things to analyze before walking through those doors. Number one, there was a witch in there, whether it was a real witch or judging by the signs a simple stage name remained to be seen. Number two, there was no magical signature reading he could sense at the moment except his own, not promising, do not get discouraged either. Number three, there had been a positive photo identification, unless the lady was lying and she was in business with this club by hunting potential clients. He had "tourist’ written all over his face plus the accent. 