Walking through the door, she was hit by it, that oppressive feeling of power, her eyes blackening for the span of one blink. One corner of her lips curled into a smirk and she stepped forward, sauntering confidently toward the bar.

It was a rare thing. A bar for monsters, in the open, humans filtering in and out with varying degrees of comfort. Some of them relaxed, either clueless or careless, while just a few of them weaved through the crowd, eyes wide and staring like they were on a trip to the zoo.

She couldn't help but wonder how many of these poor lambs never made it home.

Tapping a finger to the bar, she said, "Can I get a shot of tequila, over here?"