Ink turned as an uncertain request cut through the clamor of the bar. It was certainly not one she was used to hearing, especially from a source that sounded human. People came to drink. It's what they did and she couldn't help being intrigued as she turned, taking in the woman with an appraising eye. Her irises, flecked with gold, glinted in the low light of the bar. They scanned the other woman's form, slipped snugly into an evening dress that definitely did her justice. The punky witch leaned on the bar, a rag dipping into and scrubbing the glass in her hand.<br/><br/>"That depends," she said, purple lips quirking in a smile. "You looking for something mundane or..." She removed the rag from the glass and set the glass on the counter before the woman. She snapped her fingers and the vessel immediately filled with a rich purple liquid that smelled of danger, untold pleasures, and a hint of imagination. "...something a little more exotic?" She wasn't above flashing a smile or bending forward a little to let her cleavage push together under her low cut black top to get someone to buy overpriced drinks. It usually led to some good tips too. She couldn't be sure this girl played for her team but why not try? Besides, she looked exceedingly like a mundane who had wandered in by accident. Of course, that was impossible since the enchantments over the place prevented it but she could at least be somewhat on the fringe of the community.