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There are 10 of these rooms in the place

Isobel stood outside of the club with a cigarette jammed between her full lips, she was made up with heavy dark eyeshadow and bright red lipstick that made her look like some sort of 2000's glamour model. It wasn't one of her favourite looks but it highlighted her features and drew in the punters- and whilst she was reading the mind of every guy in there it was clear they were enjoying it. Izzy sighed and put up her mental walls, blocking out the thoughts of everyone, passersby and customers alike, she wasn't in the mood to hear what people thought of her tonight. She knew she needed to stay calm too, the last time she'd been riled something weird had happened. Her powers were usually offensive, she could read minds-big woop- but last time she'd got especially mad it had been like an outward explosion. The guy she'd been angry with had been thrown back against the wall with a blast of telekinetic energy and the prospect of that happening again frankly scared the hell out of Isobel. She took one last drag on her cigarette and tried not to let her own thoughts cloud her judgement as she dropped the butt on the floor and stamped it out with her nine inch stilettos. With that she drew her coat more tightly around her and waltzed back into the club, making her way into the dressing room to get ready for the next show.