Suddenly and gently a soft sound arose from all around the tavern. Subtle and sweet it haunted its way through the building, resonating passionately as tensioned strings vibrateed in slow taunting melodies.
It was beautiful, like waves of the ocean the song rolled over itself as it came in and washed away, always pulling on the emotions like a moon on the tide.
Then, it abruptly stopped.
A fair skinned lady with dark hair and an elegant dark red dress steadily descended the staircase. One hand held an old violin wile the other hitched her long dress. Her heals clicked against the wooden surface of each stair as she took them gradually one by one.
”Servant.” She calls out aloud to no one in particular as she holds out her instrument expectingly.
Before Ahha can follow what is going on, Clay was at the woman’s side taking her burdensome equipment without hesitation or thought. His eyes even more empty and void of color than before.
The woman was of fair height and stature. She continued down the stairs at a leisure pace and eventually came to sit at the bar, close to Ahha. Very close. Her every movement seemed deliberate and calculated, seductive in nature. From the sway of her hips to the pausing before a sinister curl of her luscious red lips, even the mischievous and daring glint in her eyes seemed to be turned on at will. She was surely an intimidating and playful creature.
”The doors are locked and we are closed for business.” she says flatly, not yet looking at or acknowledging the girl she sat so close to. Then turning to face Ahha, her eyes rolled over her entire body as she stared intently in silence with an unnerving wide smile.
”So... how did you get in, more importantly. Why?”