The dance level was a wash of sound, almost an assault as Raven entered it.  It was packed with moving bodies, a good mix of human and demon.  The lighting is psychedlic, the beat of the music throbbing.  There are several bars, but a tall, attractive muscled demon at one beckons to her as she enters.  He looks mostly human, actually, except for the small black horns on his forehead and the completely black eyes...no irises.  He's clad only in a pair of tight leather jeans and a mesh muscle shirt that conceals nothing.<br/><br/>"Sirk said you were headed up.  I could smell the mark across the floor.  My name's Denthor."  He extends his hand as she moves closer.