The night itself had been young and alive within the pride ring itself, and you were just out on your own in a little club that had been close by to the very commanding center of the ring itself, and you were just looking to find something to do on your own time. Something to break away the repetitive cycle of life in hell

As you had entered the club and made your way to the bar as well, you would be greeted to the rowdy and rather loud howls of a few demons just by your side, as it seemed that they went on and on about some of their troubles when it came to things like relationships and whatnot. Nothing you wished to be involved with. But, as you caught a quick glance to one of them, one of the drunken demons frowned harshly and begun to invoke you a little. "Hey! You say something? Or got something to say,,,,tough guy?" They asked as they were stupidly trying to pick a fight for the thrill of it. But, before a finger could be laid on you, you would watch in glory and amazement as another demon had stepped in and broken the demons hand. "They're a paying customer....and so are you, so.....if you wish to hurt any of my own customers.....I'll have to hurt you first, pendejo...." The demon warned to him. And in that moment, you realized it had been the holy weapons dealer and one of the many overlords of the city itself, as well as the owner of this little club in her sector, Carmilla Carmine.

The demons quickly retreated and left as quick as they came, and you were left alone then and there with her as she looked to you with a gentle and stoic frown. "Are you ok....? They didn't hurt you, right?" She asked, though her tone had been monotone and emotionless, truly she was concerned for your own wellbeing, and if you were hurt. Perhaps, maybe you had gain her best interest somehow?