The potion Ink had manifested, summoned from a still in one of the back rooms where she was brewing the stuff, was no more than a "whine simulant", as she liked to call it. It had about the same effect on the mind as a glass of red wine without the motor skills impairment. In effect, it tricked you into the thinking you were drunk without actually doing it. Truth be told, it wasn't all that popular but there were a few people in here whose physiology reacted badly to liquor so she kept some on hand anyway. And not that she wanted to make assumptions, but this girl didn't look like she was ready for the kinds of psychedelic mind enhancers Ink was known for.<br/><br/>She smiled at the girl's response. She seemed to be drawn in by Ink's particular brand of magnetism and she made sure to fix her with her best bedroom eyes, biting her lower lip a little. To her, seduction was a kind of toolbox. She'd learned how to make people do or think things and what made someone tick at a glance. This girl seemed a little timid, out of place, but eager to learn, earnest, as if she had a goal to meet. It was cute.<br/><br/>Ink's gold flecked eyes settled on the bound book she produced, putting down her rag and pulling the book toward her on the bar. She placed a hand on it, feeling the magic radiate from it. A silver ring on forefinger, one of many that adorned her purple nailed hands began to heat up and vibrate. It was a simple charm to detect enchantments. This one seemed to be a guard against those who would use the book for nefarious purposes. It was also the kind of thing a novice would not be capable of which suggested there were some quite interesting magical innovations within these pages.<br/><br/>She whistled in a low tone. "This is... some heavy duty warding. Yeah I think I can spare a few minutes..." She turned to a buxom girl serving drinks a few feet away. "Felicity, I'm taking a break. Cover my station?" The other woman nodded and Ink gestured to Lara to move over toward the end of the bar beside which there was an empty booth, indicating she should bring the book.<br/><br/>Now out from behind the bar, she could be seen more clearly. Ink wore a tight black t-shirt, silver jewelry around her neck and on her hands and wrists, dark slacks and tennis shoes. She also wore a dark choker. Her t-shirt showed a good amount of midriff including the tendrils of an expansive tattoo that seemed to be purple flowers on a long and winding vine that went diagonally across her torso, tendrils growing up from under her shirts low collar, up her neck to disappear into her hair, a purple rose just behind the right side of her jaw, leaves trailing onto her shoulder. The whole ensemble somehow appeared both a little trashy and actually quite elegant in an edgy kind of way.<br/><br/>"Call me Ink, by the way," she said as she sat down at the booth. She rapped her knuckles on the table, conjuring another colorful drink almost as an afterthought and sipped it as she pulled the book toward her again. "You said you got this from your mother? Yeah, it looks like a family grimoire. It's protected too. Your bloodline must have some real juice."<br/><br/>She leaned back, pushing the book back toward Lara. "I don't even want to try and open it. Those wards could curse me, turn me inside out or just flicker the lights in here for all I know. I'm more of a chemist than an enchanter. I can imbue something with magical effects but creating static magical fields isn't my specialty. You tried opening it? Unless you were adopted or something, you should be able to. From what I can tell, the wards are meant to keep anyone from using it who isn't a family member. What's your family name anyway? I might have heard of it."