[Saetan has finally decided to investigate this Blood Shack that he's heard so much about since his arrival here. He waits until evening out of long habit before setting out to find it, leaning ever so slightly on the elegant cane that goes impeccably with his faintly old fashioned looking suit.
Its not exactly his type of place, a single glance makes that obvious. A bit too gaudy with the pole and all the loud music, not to mention the throne which he finds an utterly ridiculous spectacle. He's far too well mannered to give any indication of those feelings though, and manages to keep his opinions to himself. He does manage a polite smile once he locates the bar, giving no indication of how utterly out of his element he is. Places like this always make him feel old.]
And just how is all this supposed to work, young man, if you don't mind me asking?