The town Coreana, though being small in population as compared to the rest of the world, was respectable in its own right. Unlike most towns and cities, Coreana was an ever floating, ever moving town, which had the service of a potent magic orb, that sat at the core of this floating masterpiece to keep it this way.<br/><br/>Many mages and sorcerers would seek out the traveling town in hopes to learn the secrets that it's walls held within. However, with that being said just as many would seek within the walls of Coreana for much a different story, refuge.<br/><br/>With the town that ran as smooth as it did, it would come at a great cost not known to the public eye, it's grotesque underbelly.  While the majority of its inhabitants went about their day to day lives, blissfully unaware of how, and whom kept the town running, down below the town itself held the true masterminds of the operation.<br/><br/>Coreana's underground network was just as impressive as its sunny top half, if not more so. Tunnels winding in every direction, leading to larger pockets of open space, where various buildings and shops laid rest within its earthen grasp. It was here, where the real decisions were made, where the real coin was exchanged in absorbent amounts.<br/><br/>Yet within the massive tunnel systems, was one building in particular where it all went down, The Leeching Liar. The establishment itself had the image of a gentlemen's club, yet if you were ever to find yourself listed to be in there, rest assured you would find yourself in the company of some truly terrifying figures, one in particular being the demon, Acheron.<br/><br/><b><i>13th Day, season of the Tempest.</i></b><br/><br/>Blink, yet blink again. Sitting up from the warm comfort of his bed, Acheron would glance around bleary eyed and dazed "Must've hit the bottle too hard last night" His words came out groggy and near silent, his hoarse throat attesting to such.<br/><br/>Acheron had a tall, built figure, his slicked back sliver hair was disheveled to say the least, partly covering a single gnarled scare that ran across both his eyes. nothing that really stood out in a crowd however, but he preferred it that way. The only true identifying feature Acheron had was his horns. Jet black horns, that twisted wickedly away from his skull, jagged edges were littered across the surface of them, for a careless grasp would leave ones hand in a bloody mess should they dare touch Acheron.<br/><br/>Slowly he would drag himself out of the bed with a yawn, a stretch, and a slow stride as he made his way into the adjoining room to wash up. Once inside he'd make his way over to the sink, where he took a few moments to splash some water up at his face before standing up right and casually rubbing his face.<br/><br/>Finally feeling the motivation setting in, Acheron would back track to his sizable bedroom where a set of clothes had been laid out the night prior. A smirked played across his face as he reached for the clothes "Smart thinking, sober me." He let out a small chuckle as he began dressing himself.<br/><br/>Once dressed, Acheron made his way, from his room and down a dark hallway, until his soft leather boots lead him into the now blindingly bright club lobby, which smashed his eyes, and now glaring headache. Acheron crinkled his nose and clicked his tongue as he slowly made his way over to his usual spot, the bar.<br/><br/>Reaching the bar, Acheron would step behind the marble table and reach underneath grabbing a small glass and bottle. As he set the glass down he'd pour a small amount of whiskey from the bottle, before quickly taking the glass and downing the mouthful<br/><br/>"Snow! The ledger! Now!" He called out, while his hand fell back down to the bar, and casually pushed the glass down the bar a ways before taking a seat at a nearby stool.<br/><br/>It was mere moments later when a petite looking elf with stark white hair came into view carrying a hefty book against her bare hip "Here you go Ash." Acheron grasped the book, raising a brow towards the elf "Its not Tassel Tuesday is it?"<br/><br/>Acheron gave the petite elf a confused look in regards to her attire, which was a lacey set of garters,  loosely attached to jet black panties, paired with a set of deep red tassels that hung graciously off the elfs ample chest.<br/><br/>The elf shook her head in response "Of course not Ash, it was a pre payment from one of our VIP patrons." Acherons gaze lingered on the elves body for but a moment before his eyes casually glanced back down towards the book in his hand.<br/><br/>Absent-mindedly he flipped through the pages of the large book "its almost time Snow, go open up the place, we'll soon be receiving guests" Acheron gave the elf a lazy wave of his hand, motioning her to vacate. The elf nodding in response, had soon disappeared from view.