Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446) had garnered the information from a reliable source with genuine promises that she wasn't taking the information to the Light of Dawn or planning to cause any trouble.  Of course, trouble often had a way of causing itself when Angels and Demons mixed.  The risks were high, and she felt like she was walking into the lion's den.  The feeling wasn't completely foreign to her, though the lack of paladins and priests at her back was noticeable.  She might as well have been completely nude, though that may've had less of an effect than coming alone.<br/><br/>Darkness scurried away from her like it always did, even in the void between dimensions.  Her information was good, she could feel the tug and switch signaling the changeover.  It was an uncomfortable feeling, even to an angel, but one she'd grown accustomed to.  Unhesitating, she moved forward.<br/><br/>The gold, black leather and obsidian contrasted starkly with her pure white suit.  White business jacket concealed her Beretta, she was sure they'd find when they checked for weapons.  The white blouse underneath dipped in a deep V and framed her cleavage with white lace. Pleated white pants, hug tightly to her hips, protruded from bottom of her jacket, and covered her long legs.  Pure white, inch high heels with a white buckle completed the ensemble.  The light of her aura muted the club's natural glow upon the furniture around her and darkness seemed to ebb away for several feet all around her.<br/><br/>Light brown hair covered the left side of her face, acting almost like a partial veil.  She was able to see through her hair just fine, as she saw both outer appearance and the inner soul of an individual.  If flesh, bone, and blood couldn't hide a soul from her sight, a little hair wouldn't either.  Pink nude lips - lips a man could turn to sin fantasizing about - settled into a neutral, expressionless state.  A difficult task, considering the putrid smell of demon in the air.<br/><br/>She recognized a few of the players, though luckily for her, she had no qualms with any of them.  Without speaking to anyone she found a corner, dark before her arrival, and made herself comfortable.  She wasn't going to chase anyone away if they wanted to civilly converse with her, but she wasn't going to seek anyone out either.  At least, not until after she heard the sale's pitch.<br/><br/>Ariel had risked much to come here, and perhaps her impatience was about to cost her dearly.  It wasn't like she could hide or that her presence would go unnoticed.  She likely stuck out like a flame in the darkness, and after this night, anyone with any type of informant would know that she'd been here.  The time for hiding and biding her time was nearly over.