While most of the gathering crowd did indeed prove to be workers at (in)famous Club Minxx, there was at least one transhuman that had very little to owe to the den of debauchery. Nesea was a self made woman-- and in this case, self made was not a euphemism for prostitute. Those that were 'veterans' of the shelter would know the serpentine woman as a street performer, or may have even seen her if they frequented any of her particular hangouts. It certainly was not like Nesea was hard to miss by any stretch of the imagination. Even though she tried to demure herself and take up as little room as possible as she slithered through the wide entryway that led to the communial dining hall. It was always a task much easier in theory than practical application to keep her most notable asset out of the way. A tail, fourteen feet of powerful , compact muscle with beautiful sapphire scales and and a striking white underbelly, propelled her along the floor with every gentle swaying movement of her body. With serpentine grace she maneuvered through the growing crowd of people waiting for their morning meal and even managed to find an unoccupied space in the room closer to one of the corners so she could keep herself out of the way. Once settled, the lamia woman coiled up on herself , resting atop her tail while her human half leaned forward against a table.<br/><br/>To the casual onlooker she would be almost indistinguishable from those at club Minxx. Nesea's upper half possessed a beauty that was almost enviable by even the standards of the Fae. Her flesh was pale , unmarked by her long hours on the streets and beneath the lighting of the dining hall she almost looked ethereal. Her features were of course just as remarkable as those of her other half. Vaguely serpentine the angles of her face were sharp, but beautiful. High cheeks combined with a thin face and as distinct jawline made her hard to forget and if one actually managed to look past those it'd be a wonder if they weren't stopped cold by the slitted cobalt blue pupils of her eyes. Her outfit, much like a few ladies that worked on the 'floor' of club minx was...inviting at best. A sari of sheer blue faux silk was wrapped around her torso, the thin garment draping down to provide some modesty but the way it hugged at the curves of her hips and bust only served to exaggerate the flesh it put on display beneath its gauzy surface. Around her thin waist was also a belt of golden sequins and occasionally as she moved the gaudy decorative beads chimed in chorus, serving more like a bell around around a cat's neck at the moment than anything else.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>