She looks to the bartender expectantly, and drums her perfectly-manicured fingers on the counter. “You heard the man. Get us two Royal Tempations.” The queen then turns back to Anansi, and licks her lips sultrily.
“Very close? I’ll just say you’re from somewhere in Africa, then. My geography isn’t that up to scratch. You are correct however… I am Norse.”
This possibly was the first time she had met someone who wasn’t Norse or Greek . It would be interesting to hear about their experiences or views of the modern world. Hel tightened her control over her illusion, as her true visage might be a fun way to end the night – if they got that far.
“So what do you do? Do you dance?”
They had to wait for their drinks, of course. As for herself… she did dance. What she did - her name was a good giveaway of what she might be. Her name