The Pavilion is five stories of classic pagoda-style architecture rimmed in winking neon and accented by the flashing laser displays in the upper windows. A large crowd, trailing away from the entrance and halfway down the block, waits behind velvet ropes along the right of the walkway. Portions of the sidewalk flicker with images from inside the club: people dancing, carousing, partaking of other amusements. The men in red suits, keeping watch over the entrance, the walk, the crowd and the street, begin backing rapidly to the Pavilion's main entrance, some speaking into commlinks, some looking frantically about, as Machiko advances.