Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Heraklion]

Emmanuelle was strolling around the Skyhook without a destination, she just went where her feet took her. After a while her attention was drawn by music that apparently came from afar, she orientated herself and started walking towards the music until a door blocked her path. She places her hand on the handle and hesitates, will she be welcome? Won't they just tie her to a pole and throw tomato's at her when they find out where she comes from? She shakes her head and tries to calm herself

"No... They only do that in Gallia..." she mumbles and after gathering all her courage she opens the door and walks in, she closes the door behind her and turns around to admire the room she just entered. She needed a while to realize her mouth was open and she quickly closed it again. She looks at the red sofa's and the stage with the poles, then she notices the bar and cautiously takes a seat on the far end of the man in the white uniform.

She gestures at the barkeeper "I woouuld liek a gred whine pleaz" she fails miserably at hiding her Gallic accent and looks away. Mord the barkeeper only gives her a strange look and tends to her order. While Emmanuelle is waiting for her wine she reaches into the pocket of the trousers she got from warden Kyte and takes out her cigarettes, she lights it and leans forward on the bar, gazing around the club.

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