mirror, mirror... Who: Rhine, James What: Bizarre flirtation. When: May 6, late night. Where: The Mirrored Labyrinth
His arms around her waist didn't bother her nearly as much as his breath, heavy with alcohol. He had been drinking all night, and that certainly contributed to his behavior, but... Rhine wasn't exactly the forgiving type. She could only hear so many vulgar catcalls and graphic propositions before she decided that a man was just of a certain type... and not one that she particularly cared for. Some customers, she had found, just weren't worth the oxygen that they took up.
Still, the siren flirted and teased. She smiled and purred and tickled him with bits of feather... and then she whispered in his ear, coaxing him to leave the burlesque tent with her, to let her guide his footsteps. He was stumbling, but Rhine's steps were sure, measured, each steady on the black-and-white path that led to the Labyrinth's entrance.
After the first set of turns, the siren pulled away, calling to him in a soft, sing-song voice that, to the human's ears, sounded like the promise of Heaven. "Keep going, come and find me... it's just a little further..." She kept leading, coaxing him further and further into the maze. Honestly, she had no idea where she might find the Wendigo who kept the Labyrinth. Rhine supposed she could have followed her nose, but that seemed... strange. Like cheating, maybe.