Unlike most of the patrons,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.episodeseason.com%2Fdigital-art%2Fdemon-girls%2Fsuccubus-hunter.jpg&amp;hash=4389483a7d1d6634f40437d6ce1272d2" href="http://www.episodeseason.com/digital-art/demon-girls/succubus-hunter.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Loretta Ishtyr</a>didn't find herself pushed into the tavern because of the weather. In fact, she didn't mind the rain; it made her feel alive and human. Save for the red glow of her eyes, she could easily pass for one. She usually did. If it wasn't for her enjoying the feel of the water gently pelting her wings, she would've hidden herself in glamour.<br/><br/>There were minor inconveniences though that came with staying in the rain for too long. For one, her clothing felt ten times heavier than usual. her dress clung to her terribly well but thankfully, it was hidden under a heavy, slightly ragged cloak. Secondly, the hood of her cloak did little to save her dark hair from the moisture. But thirdly and perhaps most importantly, the rain was coupled with a chill that seemed to grow colder as the night wore on. There was no use in wearing down the human body. It was time to find shelter.<br/><br/>The sounds music, laughter, and rowdiness reached her before she even set foot on the property. Magic hid the red of her eyes, masking them in a gentle hazel, and made her wings seemingly vanish. She even listened to the melodies and songs change a few times as she systematically wrung and squeezed water from her attire.  A few people had walked in and out of the building before her and their appearance convinced her that she'd stand out like a sore thumb if she walked in dripping wet.<br/><br/>By the time the next song started though, she found her way into the warm tavern and removed the hood of her cloak respectfully.