((You found yourself in the company of a Slaanesh worshipping cult, which was odd. One moment your in a tavern having a few drink, then a well dressed individual approached you and offers to buy some drinks. One thing lead to another and now you’re here.))

((The place wasn’t…exactly ugly. Nice silk, elegant silver and gold, odd flags and markings. The air smelled of incense and fumes; Your skin felt like it was tingling and on fire at the same time. A raking sensation could be felt on the nape of your neck, but when you felt for the sensation nothing was there. You could feel the wind gathering around your ears, like a secret about to be spoken. The sensation stayed for a prolonged period of time, then left you alone.))