Nerezza Vestan (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/296/e/2/e2b6d3c136967857e425dbce5c354f3f.jpg) was the kind of woman who hung around Vritoom on the fleeting occasions when work brought her there. Of course, work brought her all across the world, as Venus (as they called her) was a traveling Assassin of sorts. She was a killer for hire, or just killed the rude and wealthy, the pig-headed, and took their coin from them as if it were her own. And today of days, she had found her free travels bringing her to this tavern, upon where she would find a twist of fate awaiting her and all of her boredom.<br/><br/>Stepping into the room, she called immediate attention. She was hard to miss, hard to ignore even. Venus was a drow, standing 5'8- not including her heels which brought her almost to a clean six feet in height. She had skin like arsenic porcelain, forming a lean, killer-trained body. Easily mistaken by her love of silks, rich wears, accessories, and heels, she was a fighter by nature and by heart. And wickedness lay coiled in her soul like a piece of personal Hell and sin all wrapped up in a pretty package. Venus was a walking talking mind game with a piece of ass to go with it all.<br/><br/>Adorning a fine white silk gown over her body, draping from her halter choker of silver where it connected down to her mid-thighs, it left very little to the imagination. Of course, beneath it, one could see the sapphire jeweled white gold bra that had to have been custom smithed to fit such full, bountiful breasts, and a bikini piece that matched. She spoke of reaches in her body language, but if only people knew the story... Her wrists and biceps adorned bracelets and silvery rings, and her calves in a pair of heels that were cast of silver themselves. The outfit she wore had to have cost quite a few hundred gold to be custom made and fit to her. Her long brilliant red hair was tussled about in thick waves, though drawn together into a bun that leaked those rippling waves of silk down to the middle of her back if not just an inch or two higher. The click of her heels swore her entrance, and over her shoulder was a small bag of sorts that had her money in it- as well as a folding dagger.<br/><br/>As Venus stepped in, her brilliant orange eyes scanned the room and a wild, fierce grin formed upon her glossy lips the shade of the ripest red grapes. She had come just in time to overhear two men talking, or calling out for recruits. But she only chuckled, taking a seat alone at a table and crossing her long, dark legs. She called to one of the tavern maids then, asking for rum before diverting her attention around the room. Little known to anyone, Venus was accounting for everyone in the room, and pondering just how to get her jollies from this little tavern-trip.