Fangtasia, what a horrendously obvious name, but it was sometimes easier to go with the obvious than the more obscure. Another club had opened recently, and it was slightly more subdued in nature of name. Yet, Caritas screamed magic; it also screamed peace and harmony if such things could exist. Some of the strains in the magic felt familiar there, but here...here she was almost surprised to find nothing. Creatures of the night could be rather arrogant, couldn't they?
She gave the girl at the door a look and a slight smile. Well, whatever was keeping this place, if it indeed was something other than human, had picked somewhat attractive workers. Baba touched the girl as she passed, and knew her to be one of the City's. Of course, what else would there be working places like this? They were easier to come by, the City's children, than those from elsewhere.
Baba continued on, looking for a small vantage point. Just to see who might find this place interesting. She wasn't there to mock; she was curious. She paused, her head tilting. Well, that was an interesting tableau, wasn't it? The man on the throne and a young blond with him? Her lips pulled into a knowing smile. Whether he was a vampire or not, he was certainly playing a part. The throne was obviously part of the image, the feeling, the atmosphere a place called "Fangtasia" was meant to create. It was more than a little amusing.
The sorceress found a place at the bar to sit, and before the bartender could ask, she waved him away. She was watching, and she wasn't interested in a drink. Her attention shifted to another young blond beauty. Well, Fangtasia did offer itself to the fairer sort, didn't it? Baba decided she may stay long enough to see what came of these two young women and any others that came in. Or she may stay just long enough to find one of those that worked in this quaint attempt at fantasy and get a little information out of them...her own special way.