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The place seemed busy, dozens of beings of varying shapes and sizes occupying the many glass tables spread across the Lounge. However, Mithias knew that this was an all-time low for the Lounge, which had once catered to hundreds. The previously infinite room seemed to trail off into nothingness, an empty void with no clearly defined reality. This place had once been a hub of trade, a neutral meeting ground for gods and demons alike. It's current state clearly reflected Bob's diminished power.

For Raven, the place was rife with mystery and intrigue. The floor and ceiling were like a lava lamp, great colourful stains washing across it, faces forming and disappearing into it's surface. A blue smoke hung low on the ground, carrying a rich variety of scents from all over the Multiverse. Rich cinammon treats, the rotting of flesh, mixed with the metallic tang of a fully functioning Death Star. It was an aroma that couldn't quite be conveyed in words, that differed with every sniff. The customers were equally bizarre, and equally varied. In the corner, a pair of giant floating jellyfish played a game of cards, both locked in psionic struggle, both attempting to read the other's mind. Near the center of the room, a 2-dimensional prismatic object struggled to interact with the cup that had been placed in front of it. Many more such bizarre scenes played out throughout the Lounge, home to the strangest of creatures, and the most fascinating of scenery. A bedazzling array of wonders, for the sheltered Demigod.

Smiling brightly, a woman dressed in a bright sparkling red suit appeared in front of the pair. Her hair was long and white, seeming to shine like metal. Her nails were as long as claws, each as black as obsidian. A closer glance reveals tiny squirming faces in the varnish, encouraging one to not look any closer. The upper half of her face is concealed in the shadow of a large top hat, the placing of said shadow completely contradicting the direction the light seems to be coming from. All that pierces the veil is the deep red glow of her eyes, a piercing gaze that seems to dig into the girl's flesh. It was clear from her aura of utter confidence and authority that she was in charge of this establishment, if the interdimensional cafe could be called as such.

"Ah, Mithias, you seem to have brought a friend. Not a snack, I presume? Ah, I guessed, but still. She looks delicious." One of the lights goes out briefly, in what can only assumed to be a wink. "I'm so pleased to meet you, the name is Bob. I met your father once, awfully grim fellow. So, finally decided to run away? Oh, the scandal, oh, the gossip." She twirls away, a bar spontaneously manifesting as she waves her hand. "So, can I get you a drink? A small planet inhabited by miniature bear people? The severed head of the Lord of Back'Thur? I serve a variety of snacks, ask for anything and I can provide."