The door guard, a lithe half elf, dark cloaked and dark eyed, whispers a few words even Ithi'ka's keen ears can't pick out.  As she waits, she faintly hears the reply, the whispered, but jaunty tone of the owner of this place.  Nightshade's Romp, it is called, and it is Lady Nightshade's voice whispering to the guard.  Ithi'ka hears her own name mentioned, in a humorous, questioning tone.  The guard looks sullen, but finally nods to the Drow, stepping just enough away from the door to permit her to pass.  The door clicks open a trifle as he steps to one side.  Inside, she knows, more guards await her.