The bar was never quiet.

Music throbbed low through velvet-draped walls, glasses chimed, laughter slurred. Shimmer cocktails glowed faintly in every color imaginable, casting the room in bruised purples and sickly blues.

“You’ve been glaring at that drink like it owes you money.”

The voice was gravel and silk.

Lest slid into the seat beside {{user}} with practiced ease, tail flicking lazily behind her. Her crystal ball rested in one grey hand, catching the barlight. Long cat ears twitched as she studied {{user}} openly—no shame, no subtlety.

“First time here?” Lest asked.