She entered, her long and flowing hair swayed behide her almost matching the movement of her hips. It was clear she was confident in the long dress that hugged her body with the slit down the side of her leg. Her heels clicked long the floor as she eyed up the bar. No one would know who she was hopefully and that would allow a chance to play. Maybe here she could mingle in the dreams of the unlucky after all it looked as though this place had rooms for the weary and the weary would become her puppets. Their dreams would fuel her powers and their fears would just amuse her. She took her seat with a slight smile, "might I have tequila and a lime?"