Glaring at the fiend, Morrigan hisses as she walks in, "And without customers, your master has nothing, demonic regect."<br/><br/>Morrigan glances at her kin at the tables and nods to herself, she was deep in enemy territory now. If something went wrong, she might not make it out. Glancing around she notes what is where, and finds herself an empty table. She sat down graefully, and order a Virgin's Bloody Scream, a mixing of a type of alcohol produced from an infenral plant's sap, and the blood of a female celestial killed by rape.<br/><br/>She would have to atone for drinking this crap later, but right now, she needed to play her part, literally to the hilt.<br/><br/>Sipping the drink once it arrives, she has to fight down her demonic tendencies, which raged to the forefront of her mind, as it did everytime she got to close to her abandoned kin. She continues to drink, and waits for the slave ring member to contact her.