Dane hadn't been paying attention to the specifics of where he was. So when the door opened and he saw what sort of establishment he'd come to, he faltered. Only then did he take in the surroundings, realizing he shouldn't have been surprised. He frowned down at the address in his hand, then at the number by the door, then at the interior. Strippers was one of the few things Osiris didn't deal in, so he was having trouble putting the pieces together.

"Lady...Rip--" then he consulted his note again "--Rosetide?" Confidence was very much lacking. He was used to scaring rival gangsters and stuffy businessmen who owed money. Stuffy dudes. He was at a loss here.