The last thing I’d expected was for Brina to agree to go out with me to Sinner’s Den. And I definitely didn’t think Faeryn would tag along, but here they both are, sitting across from me at a round table enjoying the sinful delights of Sinner’s Den among the dim lighting. The rush of the ambient music around us beats against my chest as I enjoy being out. I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m a frequent flyer at the Sinner’s Den, but I do come often, probably not as often as I should.
The moment we entered the place, Siora, the daughter’s owner, was on me. Begging me to not cause any issues for the night seeing as she’s supposed to be in charge and doesn’t want her father to throw a fit over me being in here since I was ‘supposedly’ banned.
Not that I’ve ever let anything like that stop me from doing what I want to do.
“She’s still looking at you,” Faeryn mumbles next to me. Her eyes dart to the bar from over my shoulder, and I smirk. Of course Siora is still watching me.
