The inside of the newest nightclub "Divine" was buzzing with excitement, the patrons chatting away over their meals and cocktails. It was the first of its kind to allow all races to attend without judgment. Best of all, it was affordable.
What got them buzzing more was the singer about to perform.
Dove wasn't one for riches, she wanted to earn her way in the seven rings.
And what better way than by singing?
As her name was called, she sauntered onto the stage in her flowing crimson dress, the sound of catcalls and whistles making her stomach flutter in excitement. With grace and poise, she began to sing.
While Duedephelon was a strange sort to frequent the likes of a nightclub- he did not drink, turned away any flirtation, and was not there to gawk at the performers or perform any illicit dealings- he nevertheless decided to scope out the opening of the new business. It was a budget location in a Hellborn district, which made it both slightly friendlier than the Sinner-run ones, but also had those whose poorer situations often gave them more questions he could follow.
He took a seat to the rear to he could get a better view of people and try to listen in. His avain hearing was sharp enough to pick out conversations as he saw fit. Nothing atypical thus yet. It was an aimicable place and aside from a few slightly lost souls trying to be cheered by their fellows, it was unremarkable. He was about to leave as the first performer was announced and he found his reason to stay as the first big question revealed itself.
What in Satan's name was a goetia doing performing at a common club?
His stare snapped to the young woman as he started to take in details. She was young, close to his own age. No epithet or title came with her name's announcement. She did not carry herself in a way that spoke that she was being required to be here. Nor did she seem worried of scandal. The patrons also seemed to not react to her presence with any kind of recognition or alarm.
Conclusion: This was a daughter of a minor house more than likely. Perhaps one he could actually speak to. Thus far trying to gain connections with his own among the higher ranks had been a failure.
He kept his gaze on the performance. The music was not quite to his taste but it was far from intolerable. It certainly had the commonfolk's attention. This was not the place to try and use any of the usual discreet signals of a ballroom to catch one's attention from afar so for now he would have to luck out and hope he would be noticed as out of place.
