Fight Club || Selene&Evelyn
Evelyn's gaze had been on the fights, eager to observe each spill of blood dripping down the lips of those within the tall cages, designed to accommodate wings and those creatures that might be able to climb the cage itself. Of course, this fight was not so extrodinary, two werewolves going at one another, half shifted they clawed and bit at one another. Presently one starting to bleed heavily from a bite upon his bicep, much to Evelyn's pleasure.
She was smirking over this when the whispers of one of her guild member's came to her ear. An emissary had stepped into the establishment earlier and had made their way to the cages. There was no hiding it now, not when Evelyn's eyes sought the audience and caught the dignitary quickly. She had already seen the bloodshed, seen the vulgarities of the fight and had likely passed other's on her way in. Nothing lacked consent, all who came to the club were doing things of desire, but that didn't mean that they'd have been allowed in most of the kingdoms.
Evelyn stood from her own chair, in her own booth and made her way through the crowd, a series of guild members following her, staying close by, while other's watched from a distance. She would not be left unseen but she couldn't very well speak with the woman with a guard on either side.
"May I sit with you?" Evelyn asked, to be polite but not waiting for the response as she took her place beside the emissary, close to the viewing of the fight that had, in the few moments it had taken for her to walk over, been concluded, the werewolf who had been bleeding out getting carried off to have someone attend to his wounds. "Did you enjoy the fight?" she asked, hoping the gauge the woman's opinion before choosing how she would interact with her.
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