The waitress that had already interacted with Velvania started her way back.  It was her mistake this time as she bumped into one of the larger patrons of the bar.  He grimaced looking back to the waitress as he slapped her to the ground and snickered at his own actions.  He leered down at the woman as he laughed to himself.<br/><br/>"Watch where you're going!"<br/><br/>He growled for a moment before a shadow behind him seemed to bend as his knee was kicked from beneath him.  Behind him Alena was already standing as she had dropped him to a knee before driving his face roughly into the counter of the bar.  Two of the well formed white pearls of teeth quickly faltering from their holds as she dragged the man from the counter in his broken form.  His face had made a twisted thud when it impacted, but as she dragged him outside of the brothel there was no remorse, it almost seemed as if she was simply escorting him out as she dragged him into the alley.  Once there it was a quick and sharp movement that caused the spurt of the juice of life that released from his throat as her dagger had sunk quickly in and out in a surgical motion.  She smiled darkly beneath the mask as she dragged the man into the secondary door that released from the brothel directly into the alley.  It was a hidden door on the building that led directly into the bowels of the brothel and to the mistress' kitchen.  She pulled the mask from her face as she dropped the hulking form down the stairs as it settled directly next to her mistress' cauldron of sorts.<br/><br/>"Another one got rowdy...and another night you'll get to cook the special my mistress."<br/><br/>She grinned a bit as she pulled the hood from her hair.  Her blue eyes shone brightly as she smiled looking to her mistress'  her sandy blond hair ruffled about due to the quick movements she had performed as she reached behind herself and restrained her hair again with the twine that held it in the bun that aided in preventing her gender discovery.<br/><br/>"I take he'll serve the purpose well?  He struck one of the girls, and thus...my daggers struck him."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>