- Joined
- Apr 8, 2017
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-Theme-
The music was hopping tonight out here in a little slice of heaven. Where those persecuted by xenophobic society could be themselves, feel free to be their own natures. Here in the joint called the Slicer's Vice, Nashyr Ris finally managed to carve a small space of her own. All the dancers she hired were not human; beautiful, yes, but as far removed from the dullard societies of the Deep Core as could be. The music was hopping, the drinks were pouring.
The striped Cathar woman strode her way through the light crowd that milled about, light green eyes taking in every table that needed refills. Curtained 'booths' that meant patrons kept their hands to themselves. And the bar was relatively empty; perhaps she could balance some books, but meantime there were always thirsty people.
But she was just. So. Bored. It was too damned slow, maybe she could finally get stirred up with some excitement around here.