It wasnβt anywhere near opening, which meant Solanine was only even downstairs because sheβd decided to make herself a Corpse Reviver No. 2 to drink while reading. But the girl banging at the door didnβt seem all that interested in dancing and drinking, but something a little more frantic.
So she made her way to the door, interested enough to find out, and unlocked it, opening it enough to see and be seen. Solanine was terribly casual today, her shirt a long sleeved black ruffled creation like the dandy of a Victorian novel, and her skirt only two layers. Her makeup was what she would call subtle, but everyone else would most definitely call a complete face of makeup.
With her drink in hand she looked the girl up and down, finding her unfamiliar. βWe donβt open until nine,β she told her.