Stella stepped over the threshold into the smoky club. She was just in time to catch the end of the song. The man coming off the stage didn't seem to belong up there, Stella sighed as everyone went about their business.<br/><br/>She stood by the door a few moments longer trying to convince herself to just go back home and find her own solution to the problem that had driven her here. But as she looked around and saw all manner of creatures in this place the thought of going home drifted away, like the sweet smoke in the air. Stella took a deep breath and stood up straight, she straightened out her sea foam green dress and fluffed up her wild pearly white hair. As she walked the smoke in the air seemed to cling to her bare arms. It swirled around her ankles and as she moved she seemed to sway, although there was no breeze Stella moved through the people like a leaf. She smiled at the bar tender as he handed her a drink.<br/>Stella took a sip, it was sweet, just the way she liked.<br/><br/>"Poor soul... Doesn't the owner know how to hire singers? He can't have thought that stiff was cut out for the stage..." She asked Bruno but before she could get an answer she felt a cold hand on her back. Slowly she turned and saw the man who had just been on stage. He was a beautiful being, Stella gave him that much.<br/><br/>"How long were you standing there?.." Stella asked timidly.<br/>Though her voice shook the look on her face was that of a woman who could kill.<br/>After a quiet moment Stella cleared her throat and asked, "Do you know where I can find Stephano. He's the owner of this place?"