“It looks like everyone does.” She spoke up cheerfully, without a hint of shyness. Demure wasn’t really her thing, though her features would have lent themselves well to it. Despite the wait time, she didn’t seem especially impatient. She had come here to absorb the free atmosphere and she could do that just as well waiting for her drink as actually ingesting it. Mikino would have found the place disgusting. She couldn’t quite imagine Audric here, but she liked to pretend he would have disapproved as well.
When it came down to appearances, she was less notable than many of the occupants of the room. Everything about her was a bit too exceptional to be human (or at least, naturally so), but there were no wings. Her eyes were a muted grey, flecked with amethyst, but in the flashing lights, it was hard to pick that sort of feature out. In the strobes, everything looked disjointed and exotic. Liliana’s ears were rounded, though the mess of curls covered that particular fact more often than not.
Her influence was there, a gentle urge impacting everyone around her. The club should have been paying her.