The succubus Catriana stood demurely behind her Mistress's chair, for all the world like the maitre d' of a posh restaurant, holding the bottle of Dalaran white ready in case the warlock's glass emptied.<br/><br/>Vivanti, lounging in her chair with the wineglass delicately poised in one hand, had finally given over her ceaseless survey of the room, to fix her eyes on a single target.  Not raising her voice above a murmur, which nonetheless carried readily to the demon's pointed ears, she said, "Tell me you noticed the orc."<br/><br/>"The female, indeed."  Both pairs of eyes, amber and slitted blue, locked on the female orc who had entered and taken her own table a few minutes ago.  The orcess, clad in very well-fitting plate armor of a dark red, scowled at her empty table, not yet having noticed them.  "Impressive, Mistress.  They have phenomenal stamina."<br/><br/>"Yes, I remember.  But you know we're after more than just pretty playthings.  Tell me, Kitty...do you feel that?"<br/><br/>Catriana frowned prettily.  "The moment she walked in, yes.  Touched by...something.  It's hard to tell."  One sculpted eyebrow lifted and she smirked.  "Of course, if I were to look closer...?"<br/><br/>"Mm hmm."  Vivanti smiled languidly, straightening in her chair and bringing the wineglass to her lips, but then holding it there, not drinking.  "The service is abominably slow tonight.  Go buy a bottle of the best whiskey they have, and take it to the poor lonely girl...with my compliments."<br/><br/>The demon giggled delightedly, already envisioning the outcome of this new game.  "Yes, Mistress."  Setting the wine bottle gently on the table at her owner's elbow, she trotted off to obey.<br/><br/>Vivanti watched the sensuous sway of her minion's hips for a moment, then returned her amber gaze to the orcess.  Finally, someone interesting.  And this one was...promising, indeed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>