As she walked into the club the sounds of clicking would be heard. Amaranthe smiled, it wasn't a paticularly nice smile as she looked over the filling club with all it's patrons. Her long dark hair, black as the night flowed to her hips and her upper body was covered in electrical tape, making her look like some bizzare kind of futuristic mummy. The tape pulled into a triangle revealing her belly, which was flat and muscled, but the colour of blood. She wore a tight pair of leather pants which may as well been painted on, leading down to her very chic high heels. Her ears were sharply pointed and pulled back, her eyes were yellow, almost feline, but none seemed to notice the differences in this woman as she made her way down to the bar