Their approach is definitely enough to draw the attention of the guard, who seems to stand up a little straighter when confronted with the trio. His gaze rakes across them in turn, but his voice is gruff and all business as he asks:
"Who are you with?"
Lis'sa makes a dismissive scoffing noise lightly in her throat, eyes sliding to the women beside her as if to share in a joke about how funny it was to imply they needed an escort. She looks back at him, stepping forward and raising a hand to play with the collar of her dress.
"They're with me," she replies, a mysterious smirk touching her lips, though her eyes still show no trace of warmth. Her fingers draw down the edge of fabric slightly, revealing a rather fresh looking tattoo there ( a spot check of 14 or higher will note that it's an ouroboros ). She raises one eyebrow at him challengingly, letting him lean in to examine it, and then he stands up and nods sharply. "Enjoy yourselves, ladies." He nods back towards the entrance, and the doors are pushed open for them.
They find themselves in the middle of a crowd of incredibly well dressed people pressing through an ornate entrance hall into a large open ballroom sort of space, with an open bar, waiters flitting around with trays, lavish furniture and large chandeliers. There seem to be a few patterns in the patrons that a spot check of 14 or more might notice: most of the men here are middle aged or older, while many of the women look younger, dramatically done up in high fashion - and many of them sporting openly snake-like features. Yellow slitted eyes, scales that climb their arms, talons, forked tongues slithering into drinks... and not a single other type of Shadowkind in sight, although some of the patrons look quite human.
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"Who are you with?"
Lis'sa makes a dismissive scoffing noise lightly in her throat, eyes sliding to the women beside her as if to share in a joke about how funny it was to imply they needed an escort. She looks back at him, stepping forward and raising a hand to play with the collar of her dress.
"They're with me," she replies, a mysterious smirk touching her lips, though her eyes still show no trace of warmth. Her fingers draw down the edge of fabric slightly, revealing a rather fresh looking tattoo there ( a spot check of 14 or higher will note that it's an ouroboros ). She raises one eyebrow at him challengingly, letting him lean in to examine it, and then he stands up and nods sharply. "Enjoy yourselves, ladies." He nods back towards the entrance, and the doors are pushed open for them.
♬ Reptile - Skrillex
They find themselves in the middle of a crowd of incredibly well dressed people pressing through an ornate entrance hall into a large open ballroom sort of space, with an open bar, waiters flitting around with trays, lavish furniture and large chandeliers. There seem to be a few patterns in the patrons that a spot check of 14 or more might notice: most of the men here are middle aged or older, while many of the women look younger, dramatically done up in high fashion - and many of them sporting openly snake-like features. Yellow slitted eyes, scales that climb their arms, talons, forked tongues slithering into drinks... and not a single other type of Shadowkind in sight, although some of the patrons look quite human.