Camael gritted her teeth as, once again, she was pushed forward by a drunken mess. She stumbled, losing her footing, and found herself near the demon. "You'd be all too familiar with warmth, wouldn't you?" she muttered, silently cursing whatever haze had taken over her moments prior. She once again attempted an escape, but soft music and meshed bodies stopped her. Realizing her defeat, she sighed. "This is your domain," she gestured blindly around her. "One dance, then clear me a path out of here." That seemed like a good enough compromise, and she just hoped Abaddon would agree so she could leave.