After waiting near the doorway for a few moments, she finally made her way further in. The white contacts, especially in the light of this club, made her look a bit spooky, so much so that those few who were here already, mostly employees, it seemed, parted as she walked. There were some people already sitting down at some tables nearby, and it looked like two male patrons had already picked out an "escort" for themselves. There was a slight eyeroll at the notion. It kind of figured the men would immediately jump at the chance.<br/><br/>Gaby began to make her way towards the bar, when one of the bar wenches stopped her. The same one that first approached Ender to inquire about his escort, actually. At first, she made a motion to shrug the woman off, to show that she wasn't interested. "...oh, but I insist, Miss Miller. Surely the daughter of the legendary Nicci Styles deserves the best in arm candy for the evening!"<br/><br/>With that statement, her eyes narrowed, and Gaby leaned in closer to the woman. "You're people invited me here, not her. If I hear any one of the employees here mention that name again, I will walk out, understand?"<br/><br/>The woman became a little flustered, backing off from the darkly dressed patron. "Y... yes ma'am. Anything you wish here, is your desire. And if that is what you wish, I will personally ensure that such incidents never happen again." The woman gave a low curtsy,  keeping her eyes downcast, heading off somewhere else within the club to make sure the situation was brought to the attention of the other employees, most likely.<br/><br/>Gabriella herself then moved over to the bar, gently sliding onto a stool as not to mess her skirt up too much. She turned her back to the bar, eyes glancing around the main hall again as she did a little bit of people watching. Soon, the bartender would make his way over to her. "And what manner of drink do ghouls like yourself enjoy, Madame?" A small grin played upon his lips as his eyes wandered over Gabriella a little.<br/><br/>"I'll take a vodka tonic, with a slice of lemon."<br/><br/>The man nodded at the response, fixing the drink in a timely fashion. When she reached into her bag to pull out some cash to pay for the drink, he waved her off. "Oh no, Madame. When the night is over, I will make sure your tab gets applied to your membership card."