The warlock made her entrance quietly, at least in comparison to the other patrons of the tavern.  Stepping into the dim room directly from the sunshine and sea breeze of Booty Bay, she sidled toward the corner without pausing even to let her eyes adjust.  They would on their own, momentarily.  Clad in sweeping black robes of a Gilnean style, she had a dusky skin tone and raven-black hair that made her all but invisible in the particularly gloomy corner she chose to inhabit.  Her companion was somewhat more conspicuous; even in a lawless town such as this, demons (even tame demons) caught the eye.  Besides, the succubus made a soft clopping noise with every step of her hooves on the worn floorboards, and once she joined her mistress in the corner, the azure glow of her slitted eyes gave her away like a beacon.<br/><br/>Vivanti leaned against the back wall, scanning the room.  It would not do to lurk for too long; shortly, she'd step forward and be sociable.  But first...first, to select a target.  She most certainly did not come to this wretched hole to drink.<br/><br/>The blood elf she dismissed immediately.  Her last few playthings had been elves, and she lived for variety.  Likewise the Forsaken; gross.  She raised one eyebrow in amusement as she contemplated the young mage, but merely considered him as a feature of the scenery, not a prospect.  Anyone who walked into the Salty Sailor with mannerisms screaming "victim" as loudly as his did had only minutes before someone took him up on the implied offer...which provided a measure of temptation...but no.  That intelligent owl would be an obstacle, and besides, the last thing she needed was trouble with the Kirin Tor.<br/><br/>Her prospects were thus narrowed...but still interesting.  She eyed the Sunwalker carefully, lips pursed.  Males were not her favorite, though she'd no objection to them, provided she was in the mood.  Tauren, though...  They were such odd-looking creatures it didn't come naturally to her to think of them as sentient.  And yet, one of the best times she'd ever had was with a shu'halo she'd...acquired...in Tanaris.  It was worth considering, not least because this particular specimen projected such an aura of indomitable capability that he was almost taunting her.  Vivanti had only gone out of her way to pursue people when they presented themselves as unobtainable.  He was a huge thing...sex of any kind would be out of the equation, but there was so much more that could be done with a properly subdued "guest."<br/><br/>And then there was the worgen.  That lovely, female worgen.  Vivanti smiled, the lean expression of a predator.  Now that...that would be a lovely way to spend the evening.  So many things to try...<br/><br/>"Kitty," she commanded softly, "go see if that wretched goblin has taken to stocking anything palatable.  If not, the least objectionable bourbon he has on hand.  And make a bit of a spectacle of yourself; nothing too over the top."<br/><br/>"I the worm and you the hook?"  The demon giggled, her tail waving.  "Very good, Mistress.  Don't miss me too much."<br/><br/>With that, the succubus flounced out of their corner and clip-clopped her way across the room to the bar, collecting a handful of stares en route.  From the shadows, Vivanti watched carefully.  There was much to be  learned about people by their reactions to such a spectacle.  At the end of the day, she was interested in people, their habits, patterns...and especially, how she could turn those to her own use.  All in the name of science, of course, but very often her "research" gave her opportunity to indulge her more clandestine interests.  Carefully, she noted each expression.  This was a good mix indeed; how the evening would progress would depend entirely on how her fellow bar-goers interacted.<br/><br/>One way or another, it promised to be interesting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>