It's a busy night in the tavern Varyne has found himself in. There's a large group of people, seemingly here to celebrate something, all drunkenly chatting around the bar. The warm glow of candlelight illuminates the place, making it almost seem festive, in a way. A stark contrast to the cold snow outside.
The vampire has holed themself into a corner, a great spot to watch everyone while they idly swirl the booze in their hand. It's for show of course, the poor drunkards are what he's really after.
He watches one of them stumble out the door, and contemplates going after them. If he's quick, no one would notice a thing. No one has even spared him a glance, besides the bartender.
Unfortunately for him, however, his planning gets interrupted as someone walks up to his table. Their expression turns sour as they sit up, eyeing her.
"I'm not interested."
@ourladyoftears (hope this is alright for a starter)
The woman standing beside the table is... unusual to say the least. Her elegant silken ensemble looks out of place in both style and price. She smells faintly of osmanthus, and makes no attempt to hide her jewellery. What draws the most eyes, though, are the fiery orange fox ears sticking up from her hair, and the matching tail resting against the back of her skirt.
Despite having the bearing and finery of an aristocrat, she seems very comfortable in this seedy tavern with people of questionable repute. The stares don't seem to trouble her. In fact, she seems to enjoy the attention she draws.
Not at all put off by Varyne's cold greeting, she slips into the chair across from him with a charming smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. When she speaks, her voice is a low purr, soft as velvet.
"Ah, but you don't know what I'm offering yet."
