Lis'sa's expression doesn't so much as flicker, and she avoids making eye contact with her partner as they move down the steps. There's a grimy feel to this dark stairwell, made even more so by its juxtaposition to the swanky party above. They reach at the door at the bottom, which is opened for them... and find themselves in what looks like a makeshift ampitheatre, lit only by candles set along the wall at intervals. Expensively dressed patrons are settling into chairs with their arm candy, and down below a reptilian eyed man with a shark like smile waits in a suit with a microphone in front of a large lump covered in a white blanket.

Lis'sa nods towards a spot on the lowest bench closest to the 'stage'.