>>21314277>[As the night continues, a dozen men – and a few women – continue buying Persephone drinks, spurred to... frenzy by a quick touch of two extended fingers along the inside of their wrist or palm.]The bartender was easy. Like the doorman, the... assets The Black Witch was displaying meant there never a need for payment from any of Persephone’s new friends. A loss of money, surely. And an ever-rotating outfit meant anyone not transfixed by a subtle touch might be in... other ways. And for every wait staff who would come to take these drinks away, a redirection to let them stay. Magic of the mind is temporary on even the weakest constitutions. But the drinks continued to be poured en masse. She did not drink them, of course; they were instead piled up on tables and bar tops or benches around the Xtacy ground floor. Precariously placed. And flammable.
`This is fun for these people? They poison their bodies and ruin their senses in this place?`
**A distraction from the void. We could claim them in a heartbeat.**
> "No, don’t say those things! We are just here for a name!"“Yes, yes, we know. A name. Ugh. Pandora, tell us. You were aware of this... establishment, were you not? We would like direct answers. Who is in charge? Who is it we are to... incite?”
"We were to told to make this challenge in a way... they can't deny."
"And... the music? Ugh. Were it we could cease all noise entirely. Silence is the symphony of darkness. We find it... grating."
