Princess Lerissa Damaia Kallista Nemeia Ohr Kaluun was quite pleased with the turnout on that hot midsummer's day.  So many people, coming in, knocking back drinks, revelling with the fine men and women of the Inferno, lots of talk in the air about all sorts of subjects, from the odds on the upcoming Race of the Eight Winds to an almost refined lecture on the color and material of the tassels that one of the girls was currently wearing...  At times like these, sitting up on the fine throne she had been provided with and allowing herself to be daintily fed grapes and other little delicacies every now and then, she just couldn't help but feel that life was good.<br/><br/>And really, in many ways, it was.  Sure, she was a foreign princess whose lineage would probably never be recognized by any of the real nobility of the country she was currently in, and she was living out of a whorehouse, surrounded by prostitutes and strippers and their usual clientele on a regular basis, and she was only getting by on the goodwill of a halfling entrepreneur...  But she was the star of the show here at the Inferno, the Demon Princess from the ancient Sarlonan demon-worshipping nation of Ohr Kaluun, and she was spending all her days recently being waited on hand and foot, surrounded by exactly the sort of royal retinue and courtly antics that she had been promised when she first took up business with the halfling, Dante Boromar.  Dante's Inferno was doing well with her as its centerpiece, and her employer couldn't possibly have been any happier.  There was fine food, plenty of entertainment, an atmosphere of general revelry...  Everybody was having a grand old time of it in the Firelight district.<br/><br/>Well, except perhaps one or two people...  Taught to watch the behavior of those around her for signs of trouble, the Tiefling princess had little difficulty picking a few people out of the crowd who seemed to not be fitting in with the general genial atmosphere.  A girl wearing entirely too much clothing for the temperature outside skulked around the outer edges of the room, trying desperately to avoid being looked at too hard by anyone, (not a difficult feat, given how many other attractions there were to draw the eye...) while a man sitting before the main stage was morosely knocking back one cup after another of the Inferno's finest brew, eyeing the buxom beauty before him as though he were trying to distract himself from something.<br/><br/>Sitting there, up on the ornately carved 'throne' she had been provided with, the Princess let her tail swish back and forth with interest as she observed these two for a bit.  Perhaps she'd try asking one or both of them up, let them have an audience with her illustrious royal personage.  That would undoubtedly cheer the two of them up...