<strong>Name:</strong>Zed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marc, Ayr, Rutilus, Nick, Jack<br/><br/>Zed's double looked somewhat disappointed when Ayr pulled out of her mouth, and zipped up. Her expression didn't last long, as she stood, stepped over to where Zed was, and seemed to melt into her. Zed turned to Ayr and gave him a smile, licking her lips. As her double rejoined her, she'd gained all the separate experiences she'd had. The double was, at least mentally separate, meaning that for the past few minutes, Zed now had a set of memories with two separate vantage points, quite an experience, but one which she was used to.<br/><br/>Zed moved back to sit in the booth, resting her feet, and her mouth. She didn't speak, more interested in listening. She crossed her legs, and absently reached down to her satchel, from which appeared a nail file, that she set to work using on her rainbow coloured nails. She was happy to be seen as eye candy by any who showed up after, or a whore, by those who were already there. It was hardly any injury to her other skill-set to be dismissed as an object for pleasure.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure that the conversation was evolving toward her kind of business, but still, being present to hear about it was interesting. She wouldn't shirk from a fire-fight, but she'd never sought one out. She tended to prefer being the only one shooting, if at all possible. On the other hand, she could see the benefit in destabilizing some of the other gangs, especially if a war could be provoked. The city was sewn up pretty tight, and a new group, a new boss, would need a bit of breathing room to muscle in.<br/><br/>She smiled and continued to toy with her nails, looking up only to examine each of the people now occupying the VIP area. Quite an interesting collection. She was drawn more immediately to the Satyr and the Centaur, admittedly, because they stuck out, like she did, though. Wings, legs, whatever, she dug the melting pot atmosphere that seemed to be developing, an interesting way to start something in the city, she thought, after all, the purist gangs had all be tried, and none of them seemed to be getting much movement on each other.