..dancing indeed.
The slender, feminine figure that approached the bar was doing just that, moving with a lithe, cat-like grace as her feet barely seemed to make contact with the ground below. Hips moved in time with a song that only she could hear, her limbs curving and flowing with the dance that had overtaken her. White hair streamed out around her as she twirled, the ivory tresses breaking free of the oddly tasseled black and white hat that had held them prisoner. Milky white skin stood out in stark contrast against the ruins of the black cloth that had once been a rather fashionable top and shorts. Fishnets bearing similar tears hugged her shapely legs, ending in a pair of scuffed stiletto boots.
Eyes closed, the newcomer approached, a serene smile softening her fair features. Though not moving quite the same way as a classically trained dancer, her steps and timing were coordinated remarkably well. And yet there was a hint of something darker beneath the surface, something almost.. predatory. Of course, that assumption on the part of any onlooker could have just been paranoia. After all, such a pretty young thing couldn't possibly be dangerous. She couldn't have been more than 110 lbs. soaking wet, and her stature was average, perhaps just shy of five and a half feet tall. No, it had to have been the state of her clothing or possibly the streaks of soot and ash across her face that brought the image of violence to mind.
Avoiding the bar altogether-- something unheard of to those who knew her-- this girl continued her strange dance around to the back. The song in her head must have ended then, for after a final twirl and lift of her leg that spoke volumes in terms of her physical fitness and flexibility, she stopped and opened her eyes. Irises the color of ink, of the depths of the night sky, gave her an almost alien appearance when combined with the sheer pallor of her form. A voice like honeysuckle flowed velvety soft from betwixt her petal-pink lips as she smiled.
"Oh. Hello."