Alena's eyes never softened at the statement.  She slowly turned back to the other man as she curled her fists into balls of fury as she listened to his words.  She shook her head as she sighed.  "Appearances are everything in a brothel and thus the mask Zephyr.....you as soneone that prances around wearing a sheet of deceit to the point as well.<br/><br/>Her head slowly turned at the statement in regards to her success rates.  She sighed as she bit her bottom lip beneath the mask.  She laughed as she grimaced tucking a single blond tuft of hair beneath her mask.  The single bit of sandy blonde hair found itself back beneath the mask.  She hated the long locks that always tried sneak out.  It was a wonder that her garbs mattered to hide themselves.  She looked aabout the brothel and eyed Velvaina a bit befoee looking back.  "Look...I found one I like for the evening already Zephyr.  The last woman I tried to pursue shot me down...yes you were here for that I know I remember."<br/><br/>It was then that he made the remark about how close they were earlier.  Under her garb she blushed violently as he stated and she remembered being groped jokingly.  Her head shook as it all finally made sense.  She watched as he had jumped atop the stool.  He began to speak and the bouncers eyes raged with a fury that only Winnie could have understood.  She kicked the stool, spinning violently tosnare the stool into place with a hidden rope slamming it into place as shadows enveloped both her and Zephyr as he wouldfall to the ground hard capable of recovering before he would collapse.  She was standing in the same alley that she had earlier murdered a man this very night.  She glared down at him as she ripped the hood mask and muffler from her face.  Her long blonde hair fell almost to her hips as she was enraged.  Her cold blue eyes were no longer masked.  Her slightly tanned skin showed her nomad heritage.  She slowly glared to him as she moved her arms and two long chains slithered in barbs fell from the rltressels from within her garments.  "You have thirty ticks to give me one solid reason not to rip you to shreds and make you into tomorrow nights....special."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>