After a shower, the servant leads you back to a glass observation room above the club's main dance floor, where a selection of clothing is waiting, and you realize that Prince Lettow is giving you gifts.
That isn't good. You know what happens if you end up in debt to a Prince.
"Please," Alexander says, "you must dress for the Elysium. The Eagle Prince insists."
You glance at the clothes on display. Lettow isn't exactly draping you in Armani, at least. You see a mix of work clothes and streetwear, but nothing too upmarket. You don't see any bloodstains either.