Heels clicked against tarmac as Manya walked. She was flanked by Marcia and a large dog- the grey-and-orange colouration revealing it as a blend of German Shepherd and Husky. Not that it mattered when the woman walking in front of it was so terribly powerful. Even at her size, she exuded confidence and charisma, a simple business suit saying more about her than could ever be described in words. [i]Nobody[/i] Wore business suits anymore. In the riftlands, there were no offices or executives, lawyers or bureaucrats. And yet here she was, looking like she had just walked out of a meeting with a banking firm, even adjusting her cufflinks a little.

The pair spotted Ricardo instantly. Whilst Manya turned and gave Marcia a curt nod, dismissing the snake-girl and letting her dash off into the crowd, she approached the Brit, tongue running over ruby read lips. Another sign of her wealth- lipstick was practically an alien concept to most people nowadays, and here she was with smoky eyes and deep red lips.

"It's good to see you Ricardo!" She laughed easily, then slapped him on the back. Anyone who knew her knew that it was an act, but it looked genuine enough for most people. Sitting down on a table, and raised an eyebrow at him, revealing the third sign of her wealth- nails without dirt underneath them. They were clean, and whilst not painted, they were still clearly cared for. 

"So, who else are we expecting at this [i]lovely[/i] little event you've organised? The crow?" She asked this inquisitively. "Walter?" Less inquisitively. A hint of venom tinged her voice when she mentioned her rival's name. As she spoke, a hand was carefully going through her hound's fur, before scratching him behind the ears a few times.

"Stay."