Talethi was used to the stares. There were all sorts of civilized races all over the realms, with all their myriad appearances, but few had wings like she did while not being some sort of monster or foreign outsider. Alternatively, the stares were for her body; the few strips of leather, hidden chain, and patterned fabric that she wore left little to the imagination indeed, and her battle scars weren't that bad as to be disfiguring instead of curiosities. The clothes had fit when she was but a chick, and now there was barely enough fabric to be refashioned into something that was barely decent, but she would never throw them away. Her memories of a nearly-forgotten home were rare enough as it was. Either way, she was used to the stares.<br/><br/>She spared a single glance for each of the bouncers as she entered the Nimble Nymph, then ignored them just as she ignored all the other temptations in the room. Heading directly for the bartender, she gave the passcode and received directions in turn. The raptoran's talons clicked on the stairs as she climbed the steps. Entering the designated room, she saw that she was not the first to arrive. "Here for work too?" Talethi said curtly by way of greeting. Leaving the bountiful spread untouched, she didn't bother with a chair; just leaned against a wall and watched the door.