Lili was in the middle of an animated story about a rather spectacular performance from Lady Miki, and NOT on the dance stage.  Apparently one night while performing, a guest had gotten a little too grabby on Lili, a little more grabby than she like.  Miki had unceremoniously shattered his jaw and thrown him out of the resort after warning him three times that her girls were not to be molested in such a manner.<br/><br/>She looked up, though, when Mana approached, and waved.  "Well, don't be a stranger, Aki!  Have a seat!" she said.  The tables were low enough that 'seat' simply meant pull up a cushion to the table.  "You've met me of course.  That," she said, pointing at the woman, whose jet black hair was almost blue, set around silver eyes.  "That is Jennivieve.  She doesn't talk much, but don't let her near a set of percussion unless you're ready to dance."<br/><br/>Jenn smiled, and inclined her head.  "And the two gentlemen with me are James and Morgan," she said.  Both of the males, hooded and cowled, could obviously be seen as inclining their heads to her.  Morgan - only identifiable because Jenn had pointed at them as she'd named them, spoke.  "So you're telling me little Miss Miki busted some guy's jaw and threw him out BY HERSELF and didn't get hurt?"<br/><br/>Lili nodded emphatically.  "Saw it myself.  Wasn't ten feet from her when she did it."