Click. Click. Click. Heels clipped the floor as she made her way through the hall to reach the stairs. Crimson eyes glinted with mischief as she found her way down the steps and into the bar area. The woman's hair was pulled up into a messy bun, strands falling out here and there in what appeared to be orderly chaos. She
wore a pair of black leather pants that rode low on her hips with a loose cream colored top. A pair of goth, spike studded heels adorned her feet. Lips painted red, lashes kissed with black mascara. The woman looked to be ready for a night out.
The woman felt Saria's presence and she smiled. Another familiar being was about, two rather. Yuni, one that she met at the Malevolence while she was at Leo's side. A pleasant memory warmed the demon's heart. The other Mohan, the seemingly innocent gentleman she met last night. Silently the woman approached the bar and took a seat. Her eyes lifted to look at the kitchen and she decided that she would help herself for the moment.
Parting her lips, black mist seeped out and twisted seeking what she needed. The mist moved, swirling, toward the wine glasses. Obtaining the crystal Akako sought it ventured further to find a dark wine that had a bitter sweetness. The mist engulfed the bottle and quickly retreated. The black mist found its way to its master and churned above the counter top. The glass was set down and wine poured from the black mist. The woman's crimson eyes softened as she looked at her mist lovingly. Holding out her right hand the mist answered it's master's beckoning. It formed a small marble sized ball which Akako's digits closed around. Upon opening her palm again, the mist was gone.
Her right hand reached for the glass while her left leg crossed over her right. She lifted the glass to crimson lips. The wine was barely chilled, a delicious bite from an elegant flavor. The wine smelt exquisite, almost as good as it tasted. The woman savored her sip, closing her eyes, long lashes kissing her cheeks. Opening her eyes again she peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the other patrons. A wicked smile curled on those knowing lips.