Vivanti was inordinately pleased with herself.  She'd have given a pretty penny to observe the inner monologues of her fellow bar-goers, but for one as skilled as she at reading expressions, little of their responses was hidden from her.  She sipped at the bourbon Catriana had fetched, brows lowered in thought.  For all its rough reputation, Booty Bay was not such a cosmopolitan town; not a one of her possible subjects had reacted to the demoness with approval.  Well, except for the Kirin Tor kid, who she still considered off limits.  Poor thing was at an age when any creature with cleavage could have led him around by the nose.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted between the massive tauren and the worgen woman, not missing the way the former eyed the latter.  He was entirely too sure of himself...but not aggressive.  That one would play the game, much as she did, and that knocked him out of her estimation.  A good opponent was grand fun, when she was in the mood, but at the moment she was after easier prey.  The woman, though, radiated such overt hostility that it was all Vivanti could do to suppress a giggle.  Challenging...but people ruled by their emotions were such fun.  And clearly, focusing on the worgen would bring the tauren into the game as well...but on her terms.<br/><br/>So, then.<br/><br/>She tossed back the last of her bourbon and murmured rapid instructions to Catriana.<br/><br/>Minutes later, she stepped carefully up to the worgen's table.  The woman did not watch her approach, but the twitching of her ears told Vivanti that she was nonetheless well aware of her, and not pleased.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," she said quietly, her cultured tones calculated to show both education and calm.  "I could feel, even from across the room, the magic on you.  Naturalistic, I believe.  Do forgive the intrusion, but I've been looking desperately for someone with skill in healing magic, someone who might be willing to help me."  She half-turned to gesture at the succubus, who stood demurely with hands clasped before her.  "Most priests and druids will not give me the time of day...for which I cannot blame them.  To make a very long story short, I'm a...scientist.  I feel I'm very close to a breakthrough in demonology, a means of counteracting and maybe reversing the corruption of demonic influences on living things.  As you can imagine, if I am successful it will have great impact, especially in places like Felwood and the Ghostlands, or Outland.  But...as they say, you cannot play in the mud without getting dirty."<br/><br/>She shrugged helplessly, giving her best imploring look.  "If you would spare me just a few minutes of your time to explain, I'd be deeply grateful.  Your help could make all the difference."<br/><br/>And the game was on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>