First entrance.

[scarred_grin]

[OOM: All in a day's work. Small warning for language and a bit of glossed-over sexual content.]

--already bracing herself for an agony that does not, somehow, arrive.

(The woman: a lean redhead of just-above-average height, in a little black dress perfectly suited to a night out with the cultural elite)The door closes behind her, and she stands

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[7twistedwishes]

"Welcome." There's a woman in a black business suit over there, enjoying a martini. "Have a seat, dear."

[scarred_grin]

At least she's dressed well enough to fit in, with this woman anyway.

She can't hear what's going on in the cave, nor can she feel it. It seems her only existence here is confined to this one body. Strange.

So she moves toward a chair, and takes a seat. Acting casual seems to be as easy for her as it ever is.

"Thank you."

[7twistedwishes]

The woman smiles, widely so. "No need to thank me, really." And a hand is offered. "Call me Eshara."

[scarred_grin]

"Serafina."

She shakes her hand; her grip is firm and her nails well-manicured.

"I was only being polite."

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil laughs softly. "Oh, dear, you don't have to spend that on me either: I am not the type to actually be offended by anything."

"Your first time here?" Serafina has that firsttimerish air about herself.

[scarred_grin]

Good to know.

She doesn't care much about being polite, really, but it doesn't hurt to get off on good footing.

Usually.

"It is," she says with a nod. "But it's a lovely place. I can't imagine why I haven't come by sooner."

[7twistedwishes]

"Lovely? It's completely amazing, and also full of interesting people." And not so interesting people as well. "Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe."

"First drink is free, and the drinks are wonderful."

[scarred_grin]

"End of the universe?"

That sure doesn't sound like a bad thing. What's wrong with a little destruction?

"I've never said no to a free drink. Anything you'd recommend?"

[7twistedwishes]

"Being annoyingly evasive, I'd recommend your favorite. Failing that, I find the martinis here to be nothing short of fantastic." She raises her empty glass, and a waitrat promptly arrives to take her order. "A dirty martini, hon, please."

[scarred_grin]

"Make that two," she says, giving the waitrat a curious look.

She's got nothing against rats; she's seen plenty of strange servants in her time. They're definitely new, though.

"I haven't had a good martini in a long time."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, here, you can have any kind of food and drink you can imagine... or almost." She gives the empty glass to the rat, and stretches back. "Combine that with meeting someone really interesting, and this can be the place where to rest and relax."

[scarred_grin]

"Well, now, I can imagine a lot of things."

She smiles, and slides her shoes off.

"But most of them have more to do with the 'meeting someone really interesting' than what to eat or drink once I've done that. As long as there's something to eat or drink, anyway."

[7twistedwishes]

"Well, interesting... that gentleman over there is a god. That other, is a wizard, that lady is a superhero..." And she goes on indicating people and naming the strange things they are.

[scarred_grin]

She watches as each of the bar patrons are pointed out, making a mental note of any who look like they might be trouble--or usable.

"That's quite an assortment," she says. "You get all kinds, here. And you?"

[7twistedwishes]

Oh, look,l their drinks: Eshara picks one of the glasses up, and takes a sip before answering.

"I'm The Devil."

[scarred_grin]

She takes her own drink, and has a sip.

"Are you, now? I have to say, you're not quite what I was led to believe; I don't see any horns, and while it's probably possible that you've got hooves under there, I don't think it's very likely. Not that I'm complaining."