The young little thing that the Ramen had spoken to had waited, despite the eerily feeling the man had given her, to tell the mistress there was a guest asking for her. She knew, if she interrupted miss Winnie during her conversations that she would receive quite the punishment for interfering with her business. You were only allowed to tag her for a conversation or an important matter when things were very pressing, in the meantime you were expected to solve this on your own. However she had no idea what to do in this situation, so she merely waited till the madame was finished talking to the vulpari and her pet. Little did she know that it would take so long for her mistress to finish talking, and little did she know that the man had found its own ways to draw the attention to his person.<br/><br/>In the meantime, Winnie was still being very entertained by her guests. She had no regrets giving the small fey the free drinks, as she had actually made the sullen look on the business woman disappear, and perhaps turn into a genuine smile for once. It was rather amusing watching the serpentfairy slither between the furry breasts of her companion, but even more so when she had found her way into her friends underwear. It told the woman enough of what the two would be up to in more private situations, however she could see the crimson blush on the girls cheeks tell a different tale for when they had an audience like now.<br/><br/>W'ineton merely sipped from her nectar and watched the now inquisitive perhaps slightly remorseful Mirri pat her friend on the back after being thrown out of her underwear. She had gone too far, such things were evident, but the drunken fairy was still up for more talking. It was only then that some ruckus in her bar, and the sounds of a song being sung by the drunkards, caught the woman's attention. They were chanting a song...<br/><br/>..in honour of her? How strange to think, and the lyrics.. They were certainly something W'ineton would appreciate but the smell of foul magic was in the air, and one look at the crowd of normally drunken dullards told the venerable woman enough that there was a puppetplayer at play. A very strong and dark magic radiated from the man in the middle, and as soon as her eyes caught on with cigar-smoking gangster Ramen, her faithful waitress pressed on forwards and saw her chance to tell her mistress he wanted to see her.<br/><br/>W'ineton raised her hand to the stuttering girl, who stopped talking immediately. She saw her mistress' face darken with a look she would not want to have on the receiving end, and felt the brushing of her feathers against her skin when the Aviari walked past her. Something wasn't right, she knew that much.<br/><br/><i>Everybody in the inn had started singing together;</i><br/>''Mistress of the house, quick to catch yer eye<br/>Never wants a passerby to pass her by<br/>Servant to the poor, butler to the great<br/>Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!<br/>Everybody's boon companion<br/>Gives 'em everything she's got''<br/><br/><i>The drunkard that started the song:</i><br/>''Dirty bunch of geezers<br/>Jesus! What a sorry little lot!''<br/><br/>W'ineton pulled the chair in front of the Ramen backwards and graciously took a seat, her eyes on him at all times. The bright blue irrisses twinkled brightly of mixture of anger and curiosity as she pressed the tips of her fingers together in front of her face. Her dress was draped gorgeously besides her legs, showing a hint of the top of her tights with little turquoise ribbons that matched her beautiful feathered skin. She waited, what seemed like minutes but were only seconds until one of the waitresses followed her up with her nectar and she gently sipped from the golden liquid.<br/><br/>''I've understood that you requested for my attention?''<br/><br/>The confident-looking woman bended her free hand in the air, pointing at the still singing brawl of people to her side she was facing away from.<br/><br/>''You certainly have found the most<i> interesting </i>way to get what you wished for. But before you explain yourself, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>