Setting
There were tables as well, though they seemed longer and to the standard wasn't two chairs but four and they all lined neatly to the bar, which was a rich red wooden color, though the woman behind it had even richer redder lips. Each table had a technological interface, which flickered and hovered in bright blue.
So, when the doors opened, it didn't draw too much attention, because the extravagance wasn't present when one left, but when one entered
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She lowered herself into a chair at a table way in the back by the door quietly and glanced up at the chandeliers. The intricate stoneworks. There was something in her pocket.
Faster than a whip, Cuspid grabbed the rat in her pocket by the tail and lifted it up to stare it blank in the face. She looked from the rat to the singing man, then to the rest of the crowd. Well wasn't this a fancy con. Some pied piper shit happening up in here.
With a twist of her fingers she attempted to snap the rats neck. She noticed it seemed to be armed- peculiar.
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