Ahura had gone in entirely on the traditional Hellfire garb- the truth was that he found these clothes more to his liking than most modern clothing anyway. The tailoring was more precise and he'd always favored black over other colours anyway. The accents were mostly red- a little bit of 'hell' for the Hellfire. In regular business wear, one couldn't really distinguish oneself from any other well-dressed peon.

Anyone with a decent-sized purse could afford Armani.

But these were the clothes of a true aristocrat. A prince, of his own people, the Inhumans, but also of the Hellfire Club.

His eyes settled on Lena and he couldn't help but smile slightly as he walked over to where she was, glass of deep, dark red wine in his own hand.

"Lena. A pleasure as always." He bowed and took her spare hand to kiss it.