Sitting on a barstool, narya quietly sipped at a strawberry drink while listening to the band. Her frosty eyes seemed to look towards a window, to what it couldn't be certain. She was an attractive sort of figure in her corset and black skirt, though she herself did not believe so. Her delicate seeming hand pushed back at her soft frosty blonde hair upon realizing she had finished her drink. Looking to the keep she turned her pouty soft pink lips to a smile.  "Another please. "