Bedlam turned towards the woman who approached her – Kyukiko, the Ko Modo lycanthrope. Bedlam heaved a sigh, her eyes flicking away from the other woman, but not for long and not in the usual way of submissive. “Ah, she didn’t even know I was coming in tonight. On a scale of one to ten, how pissed off is she? Ninety? A-hundred-and-thirty-two? A-fucking-billion, perhaps? This is going to be so much fun.” There was sarcasm in her tone, but a warped eagerness, too. Her heart was beating against her breastbone. Standing still, there was the faintest chime of her silver bells as she shivered slightly. She looked over towards the mo, her tongue sliding out between her fox teeth. She hadn’t thought to consume the corpse’s teeth, so had kept her canines in her stolen form.<br/><br/>Mokujen was talking to a… a thing. White clothes, white hair, such blue eyes she could see the colour of them from across the room. “Is that a sidhe?” Bedlam asked, annoyed. She scoffed at Kyukiko’s fear of it, and walked towards the table the mo and the sidhe-like being sat talking. The clack of her heels was followed by the sounding of the hidden bells, walking such a direct route to the mo she got several glances. She stopped a few paces from the table, but close enough to converse, wary of the very Unseelie-creature. It might be an agent of  the daft ‘Prince’, or have nothing to do with him at all. Not waiting, Bedlam cut in on their conversation. “Why did you tell Kyukiko you wanted to see me? You know I don’t play with anyone else until after we’ve… spoken.” Her eyes flicked to the Other a moment before she caught her words. She didn’t want to advertise her dealings with the mo, especially in front of something that might hold allegiance to her past lover.<br/>