The sun had kissed the sky good night hours again. The rowdiness within the streets were evident of that, but it didn’t bother Lumikki all too much. She’d wrap herself up with slivers of the night so that she would mostly go unnoticed, but not enough to be entirely unseen. Those that did glance at her, enjoyed the view but not the cold glares she had to give. All while a nice chill hung in the air, but you would never she her shiver.
- Glimpse :
Lumikki kept her pale while hair loose, her locks were swaying about in every breeze but she didn’t mind it. She wore a tight fitting black dress with subtle purple accents around her bust. Lace would line the gaps of the design an a sheer lace piece made up the mid-drift. The sides of which were held together by strings exposing her sides and showing a lot of skin. Something she personally never minded. Even her cyan Paradise Dawn guild mark shown clearly on her upper left thigh, but regardless of how much it was in the open, it was not anyone’s focus when they glanced at her. Inversely, she could not remember, a soul that passed her by. And her shadows wrapped around her legs like like long lace sock that stop just half way up her thigh.
Not long after the Demoness set foot in the West in hope to enjoy its odd festival, did she send an invitation to her lover. Her thoughts lightly pressing along his as she beaconed him to keep her company for a few hours while she took in the celebrations. She yearned to see him, hoping she could enjoy the “club” with her precision Daemon. Whose company would be quite valuable as this is the first she’d ever enter one. So used to bars and taverns, the crowd out side had already proved odd.
Lumikki poked her head around curiously, trying to make sense on what was needed to enter. Though most didn’t pay a lot of mind on her, their focus was on the man by the door. Can’t make heads or tails out ta this… she’d grumble in her thoughts. But she was so small and short that it wasn’t all too hard to push her way through until she met with the man by the entrance. ”Oy lad, this is the door to the Flint Locked? I remember hearing I had an invitation here.” Said invitation was offered to her by one of the fellow residents of her hotel. They were giddy of the celebrations to come and Lumikki made a promising guest among many.
Yet before he heard all she had to say, parting the path to the door before the mention of a reservation, it left the Demoness so perplexed. She’d sigh before taking the steps to walk past, halting at the notion of something that suddenly came to mind. Lumikki’s lower swings sprung, enjoy to aid her in hovering the ground. A gesture done so that she could find a way up to his ear. ”Me plus one is still arriving, a man by the name of Knuckles. Be sure to let him pass when he comes as well, and would ye be so kind to let him know Lumikki is already inside.” The mention of Knuckles’ name was enough to make his eyes widen but her name would not ease the tension and further. The man understood the simple task though, and would nod in agreement as he allowed her to continue her way inside.
Red lights basked her as it was the first thing she could see, music that was muffled before was blaring now. Playing songs she was not quite yet used to. With each step of the hall and down the stairs that took her deep below, the crowd and ambience made itself more pronounced. Until finally Lumikki found herself in the large spacious club inside.
The sight was captivating, there was a lot going on. In the center there was a bar in the shape of a circle. Many bartenders were working the shift at once and knocking drinks out throughout the guests hovering for their orders. To the left, if one goes deeper, was a pit. A space that sunk into the ground further than the rest. And here lied a ring where Lumikki could make out fighters duking it out. The crowd around them screaming and cheering with every strike, placing their bets and hoping for the best. To the far right on the other hand was a space for dancing. Professions stood on elevated platforms while they showed out their moves and bodies, some doing tricks amid poles that connected to the ceiling. It was captivating, at least Lumikki would think so as she wondered to see them much closer. Beyond the dance portion, toward the back, there were rows of couches and places to sit. Many were taken by groups and couples but Lumikki was in no rush to claim her own. She was too busy trying to make sense of the scene. Meanwhile other pretty girls in flashier dresses would mimic moves she was taught in some far off bar that made Lumikki blush upon remembering. She’d etch forward to watch them as close as she could without quite stepping into the crowd. Instead choosing to remain just outside the fringes.
Meanwhile, on the stage there were odd musician playing contraptions that Lumikki was not certain of. Mages stood beside them conjuring illusions that overlapped with the night scene. Playing images in the air just about the dance floor of various colors and beautiful women. Every once in a while, it’ll hover over the image of a blood moon with clouds around it before falling into the depiction of a crimson red woman, naked and covered in running blood.
”Can I get you a drink? If you don’t mind of course.” Inquired by a man that noticed her since the moment she entered the room. His eyes trailing after her as she curiously stumbled throughout the club in obvious wonder. His sudden appearance didn’t bother her, she really didn’t give him much thought and her eyes were still among the dancers high above. ”Huh? Sure…” She gave half interested answer. She didn’t quite care, and she figured it was a normal custom. As if he was simply working here. ”You’re like a lost kitten….What could I get for you?” Though when Lumikki still hardly paid him any mind, and took too long to answer, he’d reach over to grab her face and force the Demoness’ attention toward him.
He was far taller, and perhaps even far older. With black hair pushed back and worn face. Scars were present along the neck, but his white dress shirt would cover the rest. On his pointer finger sat a bulky ring of a lion, its grappling mouth warping into the curve of the ring.
”Huh.” Lumikki’s eye’s narrowed, she got annoyed pretty fast.