Zafira, so deeply invested in the people around her was barely aware of the woman with the peacock fan until she saw a tall glass of red wine slip in front of her. Intrigued, Zafira turned to the gorgeous woman sitting by her side. She was tall, Zafira noted, an aura of absolute control surrounding her, as if she owned the club rather than being a mere passerby. Her hair was tied up in a perfectly messy style, revealing the woman's golden neck which slid down to reveal more soft, golden skin.<br/><br/>Zafira's eyes dipped lower, watching the dress ripple around the woman's body as she leaned forward against the bar. There was an ethereal quality of the woman - something about her that Zafira could not exactly pinpoint. "Promising considering that I rarely drink wine as it is," Zafira said, nodding her head in thanks. She took a sip of the deep wine. surprised by how smoothly it ran down her throat. A little hum of pleasure escaped her throat, her mind instantly clearing. Zafira looked down at the drink in surprise, her fingers touching the rim of the cup. Now, this....this drink she could have every day. She trashed the thought automatically, remembering all the addicts and alcoholics that had let worldly pleasures such as this destroy their lives.<br/><br/>Zafira couldn't focus on the thought for too long. Hearing the woman's next words, Zafira automatically prickled with alarm and suspicion. She turned towards the woman completely, green eyes flashing brightly. "And how exactly is it that you know my name?" Zafira questioned, voice silky smooth and slow despite the edge on it.<br/><br/>She hadn't come here to sleep with anybody. She'd already turned down a guy from earlier who had been eyeing her since she came. At her rejection, the man had gone to pursue another girl who he had already taken home. Any time she felt someone catch her eye, Zafira studiously ignored it, keeping her off availability. Still, the woman who seemed to be far too arrogant for her own good didn't need to know that.