It baffled her, the attention she received from Liam [@Billsomething]. Her chest was of modest size, not ample nor lush. At best, Paisley was a woman who knew how to dress [i]right[/i]. Fair, light green eyes stared up into where his own would be, should be. "[color=#6666cc]My name is Paisley[/color]," she introduced herself with an extension of business card between pretty, white knuckles.

Once he'd accepted it, [@Snarfulblast] had made her drink fresh and piping hot. What a delightful dwarf. [@SkeletonShadow] Cat was cast a look of interest. She seemed in need of relief, but the blood in her belly was cool, her abilities faint and unusable. She took the hot crystal glass in her hands and rested the lip against her mouth.

Color drew to them as they warmed. Would it have been best to keep her fur coat on? No, she reminded herself, it was plenty warm in here for everyone else. It would have been a strange indicator of her livelihood if she'd kept it on. She took a sip of the strong snake-named wine and let it sit on her tongue.

A pity. Everything tasted of ash other than blood.