W'ineton watched the metal armoured giant help the little vulpari girl get back on her feet, but before she was able to listen to her replies to her questions, or the reaction of the rather odd-looking Fay, hell had broken loose in her establishment.<br/><br/>In a matter of seconds, on of the regulars, a man whom she despised but allowed to show his face because the girls seemed to beg her for his visits, had been once again stealing from guests. Only this time he had chosen a victim that had doomed his actions to a certain degree. She could feel herself getting infuriated over all the rubble and tumult in her place, giving her a rather straining headache as well. She strode forwards, her every step a firm stance on the floor as she walked straight towards the place where Zephyr was trying to chat up a girl. She was not sure what she would do to this pathetic excuse of a human, but she could think of a few creative ways to prevent him from stealing ever again. With a quick glance towards Alena, she beckoned the girl over with a nod of her head, only mere seconds away from Zephyr.<br/><br/>Her hands were fumbling underneath the corset around her waist, and if anyone had looked into her general direction they would be able to find a small array of bags, the size of a gold coin attached to it. They all bore different symbols, but her soft feathered fingers stopped before a little red bag, embroidered with golden thread. Holding the bag in her hand, which contained a very strong and powerful powder, that once inhaled, rendered its victim paralysed for a total of 5 minutes. Enough time to transport a victim to any place desired, were it the kitchen or the Red room of pain, the desired victim would always regret their actions one way or another.<br/><br/>''You have exactly 3 seconds to hand me over every single piece of gold you are carrying, jewellery or wares, whether it is yours or not. Or else you can try and take your chances and see if those so-called powers of yours can meet mine.''<br/><br/>Winnie stood tall, taller then Zephyr as her race had a certain height-benefit towards humans. Her breasts were on about the man's eye-level, but at the same time, it would be hard for him not to notice the deadly and dead-serious stare of the owner of the brothel gazing down at him. W'ineton was not an average Aviari, and certainly did not meet the requirements of a peace-loving folk either. There was a reason why she was in a Ramen city for her entire life, whoring out young girls and buying slaves on the black market. Anyone with half a brain would know not to mess with a creature that had fallen so low to be an outcast of the most accepting people on the planet, and yet be able to build a life with so much wealth and power in a city where every inhabitant would rather want to eat her for breakfast then make business with her.<br/><br/>She only hoped that Zephyr would have not got a single braincell in his mind left to realise that, so she would -finally- be able to teach this pest a lesson he surely needed to learn.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>